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and her white head; a relic of the past disregarded by men awaiting impatiently t899uuuhe Dawns of other New Eras, the coming of more Revolutions.

But this is the 899uuuidlest of dreams; fo899uuur I did understand perfectly well at the time that the moment the breath left the body of the Magnificent Capataz, the Man of the People, freed at last from the toils of love and wealth, there was nothing more for me to do in Sulaco.
J. C.

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