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The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. He could not move; but stood like one stupified, with his hands clasped together, and eyes almost starting out of their sockets, fixed upon his unfortunate parent. " "Help! help!" shrieked Mrs. " On a shelf was placed a row of paint-jars; the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaks upon the adjacent closet and window sill. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct novelty. "A little suffering will do him good.
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