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as she would have called it, came to Tempest Court, she was gone--gone home to the Father's mansion, to the
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But I daresay I shall soon get used to it, he said to himself, as he rose from his seat, and started this time for the landing-stage. Here he saw no change. The mighty river was the same as in the old days, a scene of life and beauty. But the children selling matches and the women crying newspapers brought more vividly back to his mind than anything else the days of his own childhood. In the cemetery it seemed a life-time since he went away; here, on the stage, it seemed only yesterday since he was a poor famished child, earning a precarious living as best he could. He could hardly realize that he was a strong, well-dressed young man. Once or twice the word
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Perks leaped to his lips as a shock-headed ragged lad ran against him; and when a little girl came up to him with
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Fusees, sir?