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Ipaeontheroadacrossthefieldwhilethesuwashidingitslastgoldlikeamiser。
&sankdeeperahedarkhewidowedlahadbeenreaped,laysilent。
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Hisvillagehomelaythereattheeelahesugar-efield,hiddenamongtheshadowsofthebananaandtheslenderarecapalm,theutandthedarkgreenjack-fruittress。
Istoppedforamomentinmylonelywayuarlight,andsawspreadbeforemethedarkehsurroundingwithherarmstlesshomesfurhdbeds,mothers’heartsandeveninglamps,andyounglivesgladwithagladknowsnothingofitsvaluefortheworld。