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He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. His efforts at self-destruction were, however, prevented. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. A town called Foster.

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