Dear Joe,
They tell me I can't live much longer, and as your partner and old friend, I'm asking you to take my little girl and care for her after I'm gone. I know you'll do the right thing by her if the mine should ever pay. You know where her aunt, Mrs. Drake, is in New York, but these people never cared much, that is, they never seemed to be very pleased [...]
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