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"No, mother. There are crowds there and the smell of fish, and––I can't help it, mother––it turns me sick; it makes me feverish. I want to go among the trees and flowers."
"Aw, my dear, you will be climbing and climbing up to St. Penfer; and you be weak yet and not able to."
"I will not climb at all. I will walk near the shingle; and I will t