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 1  20|  nothing more to do; I can't help him. It's a nuisance,
 2  22|                     He won't be buried till Saturday,
 3  26|                     It isn't three o'clock yet. You could
 4  30|               As you haven't got anythin' to do you might
 5  60|        Say, Phemie, he don't want to quit. What would
 6  63|                  You needn't be afraid; he can't live
 7  63|  needn't be afraid; he can't live through the day. And
 8  63| the day. And the mayor won't stop our burying him to-morrow,
 9  87|    better nor worse. Doesn't he sound like a pump that
10  92|                     He won't eat any more now. Each one
11  97|     ill at ease. They hadn't finished eating the dumplings.
12  99|           I knew it couldn't 'last. If he could only
13 103| more dumplings! Why couldn't he have made up his mind