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"Your son," replied Jack,—"your miserable, repentant son. Utter silence answered him. Lucy pinned her hair off her neck and hoped it would make her to look decidedly older. "You've won your wager. You may enjoy your pride, your arrogance—in a coffin. He would never be able to figure out that: all these miles from Cuba, and you could get a perfecto for thirteen cents. ‘I have not asked for this trouble from anyone. Wood, reproachfully, as they returned to the parlour.
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