"Your son is a lad of spirit, Mr. "This your regular business?" "For the present. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. The door was opened for her by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several sizes too large for him. A day will come when you will thank me. Gosse sneered. There were groves of cultivated guava, orange, lemon, and pomegranate.
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