She remembered possessing it during the Gold Rush. ‘But, Gérard—’ ‘Don’t start arguing,’ he said in a tone that brooked no defiance. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been.
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