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"Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. “I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. He waved to her. You disgust me. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. A very small settlement, mostly natives. " As he said this, the carpenter patted the cheek of the little object of his benevolent professions, and, in so doing, unintentionally aroused him from his slumbers. Manning, I do not think I love you.
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