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" Ideas are never born; they are suggested; they are planted seeds. When he was up and about, the idea of flight would return. “Thousands! Ugh! And found it a worse slavery. ‘Tell me, my boy. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate.
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