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All right. Go up and get my daughter so we can have some homemade pie. “Who killed her husband?” “Go and nurse him, missus!” “Murderess!” Anna looked from left to right. Gay, by his strokes of pleasantry, whether in his writings or conversation, never lost a friend. She was in excellent spirits, and it was not until she had taken off her hat, and was considering the question of dinner or no dinner, that she remembered that another day had passed, and she was not a whit nearer being able to pay her tomorrow’s bill.
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