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How beautiful, said Mr. Perkins,
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Shut up, said Mrs. Smithers, emphatically,
human
You're the only one, chirped Mrs. Dodd, hysterically.
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The money in this here box is all old.
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began Mr. Perkins.
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I never did, interrupted Mrs. Holmes.
human
I always came in the daytime.
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Nobody ain't come at night, explained Mrs. Smithers,
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continued Mr. Perkins,
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The poet wiped his massive brow with his soiled handkerchief.
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Dear uncle!
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Yes, wheezed Uncle Israel,
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It gives me pleasure to explain in this fashion my disposal of my estate,
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Of all the connection on both sides, there is only one that has never been to see me, unless I've forgotten some, and that is my beloved nephew, James Harlan Carr.
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Him, creaked Uncle Israel.
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Him, as never see Ebeneezer.
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He has never, continued the poet, with difficulty,
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this phrase was well-nigh inaudible--
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he screamed.
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It was a involuntary spasm brought on by takin' two searchin' medicines too near together. 'T wa'n't a fit!
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Nor children----
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The idea! snapped Mrs. Holmes.
human
Poor little Ebbie and Rebbie had to be born somewhere.
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Nor paralysis----
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That was Cousin Si Martin, said Mrs. Dodd, half to herself.
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He was took bad with it in the night.
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He has never come to spend Christmas with me and remained until the ensuing dog days, nor sent me a crayon portrait of himself --Mr. Perkins faltered here, but nobly went on--
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Never having come into any kind of relations with my dear nephew, James Harlan Carr, continued Mr. Perkins, in troubled tones,
human
I have shown my gratitude in this humble way. To him I give the house and all my furniture, my books and personal effects of every kind, my farm in Hill County, two thousand acres, all improved and clear of incumbrance, except blooded stock,----
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I never knowed 'e 'ad no farm,
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And the ten thousand and eighty-four dollars in the City Bank which at this writing is there to my credit, but will be duly transferred, and my dear Rebecca's diamond pin to be given to my beloved nephew's wife when he marries. It is all in my will, which my dear friend Jeremiah Bradford has, and which he will read at the proper time to those concerned.
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The old snake!