"Remember; we must keep the young fellow's thoughts away from himself. My mom doesn’t realize that I’ve got my own style. ‘And me?’ ‘Oh, you’re mad because you wish to blow off my head. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees.
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