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A fresh cool breeze blew in their faces. CHAPTER XXVII. ” “But I’m quite equal to taking care of myself, aunt. ’ ‘So would you run away,’ she uttered impulsively. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. “It was your own fault,” she exclaimed. Then she put more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright. Believe me, Anna.
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