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There was a trader—a man who bought copra and pearls. Martin came to the stage from his section, his own violin in hand. "Not so;" answered Wild. “Sold again,” she remarked. “But was it wise to sing to-night?” “Why not? The man was nothing to me. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound.
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