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Several long years passed by; years of sorrow for the ageing man, pining for his departed daughter.
"I must be going," said he, shutting his eyes and taking out his watch.
"If you please, Miss Minchin," said Sara, suddenly, "mayn't Becky stay?"
There, too, were droves of sheep and bullocks coming in from the outlying pasture lands, and trains of tired immigrants, men and horses equally weary of their interminable journey.
