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the box up in▓ the closet of his writing-desk. “T●here,” he said, “that’s the best thing▓ to do.I’ll take care of it.●Some day you may have a little sympathy to waste● on your father, and then you’l▓l be glad this writing was not destroyed.▓” We had breakfast, and after the cups and ▓saucers were cleared away,

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