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Irreton. It was wonderful. Everything goes—the copra for oil, the fibre of the husk for rope, and the shell for carbon. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. "Is it you?" "It is," replied her son, "Oh! why would you not listen to me?" "I was distracted," replied Mrs.
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