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The boy would never know just how lucky he was. He sent a speculative glance at the immobile yellow face. Each morning his inquiry was properly answered: the patient was steadily improving, but none could say when he would be strong enough to proceed upon his journey. Then he turned round and gazed thoughtfully at the particular spot in the fog where Courtlaw had disappeared. "What shall I say? Shall I tell you, or shall I leave you in the dark—as I must always leave her? What shall I say except that I am accursed of men? Yes; I have loved something—her mother. He has a grand time. I take more than their blood, John. You are your own Heaven and your own Hell, Lucy. When you reach San Francisco, you can buy something more appropriate.
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