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Page 124
He carried in his gnarled hand a stout , scarred cane which had evidently been of great help to him as he wearily plodded along . Dust clung lightly to him , whitening to a certain extent , his unshod brown feet .
He carried in his gnarled hand a stout , scarred cane which had evidently been of great help to him as he wearily plodded along . Dust clung lightly to him , whitening to a certain extent , his unshod brown feet .
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The younger woman smiled and passed a hand over her mouth to hide it . “ I remember something , ” she said . SHE rose and crossed the room on tiptoe into the silid . There were home - made cigars in her hand when she came back .
The younger woman smiled and passed a hand over her mouth to hide it . “ I remember something , ” she said . SHE rose and crossed the room on tiptoe into the silid . There were home - made cigars in her hand when she came back .
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Cayetano completed his explanation with a sweep of the hand in front of his body . Big with child . " Oh , yes , of course " said Luis . He stared at a man who had stopped by the wayside , hat in hand and nameless wonder on his face .
Cayetano completed his explanation with a sweep of the hand in front of his body . Big with child . " Oh , yes , of course " said Luis . He stared at a man who had stopped by the wayside , hat in hand and nameless wonder on his face .
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