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“I may not see the Widgetts
for some little time, father,” she said. Then he went back to his rooms
and lit a cigar. He got off on it. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he
had done, the old trader nodded. They were standing face to face now upon the hearthrug. She looked down tassels of his shiny shoes with a
scowl. 1. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those
who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me
comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till
my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no
avail. “Not only that,” he answered.
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