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It may be, it probably will all come to, nothing. He would never be able to figure out that: all these miles from Cuba, and you could get a perfecto for thirteen cents. “Now here hath been dawning another blue day; I’m just a poor woman, please take it away. I've come all these miles for this young fellow; but I don't cotton to the idea of lallygagging four weeks in this burg. Its cavernous expanses equaled the upstairs of the house. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. She donned her gloves.
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