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"My enemy," replied her son. “Please forgive me—for one moment,” she sobbed. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. They were Jonathan Wild and Quilt Arnold. I wouldn't touch the stuff for all the pearls in India.
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