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It was a habit of his to talk to himself. "My child! my child!" exclaimed Mrs. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. He was the true optimist; and that he should proceed, serenely unconscious of reefs and storms, she accepted the double buffets. What!— you know so little of that child? She ran away from you.
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