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"It matters not. They must be for your father. You may not know it, but it's easier to find a guy that's gone far than it is
when he lays dogo in little old New York. It was equally as beautiful
but not quite so fine as the daughter's. It did not occur to her
that save for some accidents of education and character they had souls like her
own. The blood will rest on your head. Whenever Ah Cum (whose normal stride was sufficient
to keep him at the side of her chair) pointed out something of interest, she had to
strain the cords in her neck to focus her glance upon the object. On this side was a razor with
which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with
blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had
beaten out his wife's brains. There were two. “You are very stupid, Anna,” she said.
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