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through the gate; and my shoe was picked up amongst the stones, so that the case was quite plain to them, and I was cleared of all blame.
Everybody pitied Susan; she was nearly out of her mind: she kept saying over and over again, "Oh! he was so good—so good! it was all that cursed drink; why will they sell that cursed drink? Oh Reuben, Reuben!" so she went on till after he was buried; and then, as she had no home or relations, she, with her six little children, were obliged once more to leave the pleasant home by the tall oak trees, and go into that great gloomy Union House.
