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He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. People are brought up to be so shy about money. A drunken idea, Ah Cum had called it. “That is my dream of you,” said Manning, warming. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. The tears were welling over now, but her voice was steady. "You read it, Ruth. At length, about an hour before dawn on the second day—Sunday—having spent the early part of the night in watching at the gates of the robbers' sanctuary, and being almost exhausted from want of rest, she set out homewards. “No, I must have had hope lurking somewhere too.
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