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there high above him.
As
he smoked he recalled the yellow-haired
woman. Mter a time he began to weep, and rolled over onto the earth,
clutching the pebbles as he. sobbed.
An
old woman of the town,
who came everyday to her son's grave, passed near to him. Seeing
him, she shook her head and murmured to herself: "He has lost
his,
mother."
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