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- His blankets? - Whose else do you think?
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He won't be feeling the cold without them now, I dare say.
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I hope he didn't die of anything catching.
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Don't you be afeard of that.
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I ain't so fond of his company that I'd loiter about.
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You can look through that shirt till your eyes ache,
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and you won't find one hole in it.
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- It was the best he had. - Mrs. Dilber!
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Would have been wasted, only for me.
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- You're fired! fired! - How did you mean ''wasted''?
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Somebody was fool enough to put it on him to be buried in.
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But I took it off him.