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tination. His coat, soiled and torn, was buttoned
across a bare throat, for his shirt had been ripped
into bandages; his face, apparently, had been harrowed
for a red planting; he moved awkwardly,
breathed with a gasp from a stabbing pain in the
side... but he moved, breathed. He drank with
long delight from a sparkling spring. He had the
money, two hundred and eighty dollars, safely in his
pocket.
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