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"Well, you see," he began, "my father is a rich man who lives in a distant county.
Suddenly a soft breeze sprang up from the neighbouring forest, dark clouds gathered overhead, and, although it was the dry season a drenching shower descended on the flames.
Perhaps some of them would not be burned and he could return at night to join his father.
She knew nothing of friendship, for she had had no playmates.
