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The old woman outside called to them, "Friends, is it smoking in there now?" "Yes I have: aunty gave me hers when I was leaving town. It was no use to her and I loved it. I was at school in Portarlington for nearly three years, and when I came back from it I didn't care for Anastasia's friends, and found my only comfort in my music. I am telling you everything am I not," with a wistful smile, "and perhaps I weary you?" "Very well, then; I shan't leave you; but you shall have that dress all the same," he says. "How shall we arrange about it?".
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