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It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. A silence ensued. The eggs were all right, but nobody in this part of the world had the least conception of what the coffee bean was for.
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