"[...]wear my overcoat underneath." "Never mind," I said. "Go home. I'll look out for the boy. I know better than you where the shoes pinches him." So then he left us alone. "Well, my boy," I said, "you can't bring him back to life again. Come home, and if you want, I'll sleep at your house to-night." "Never mind, uncle," he said. That's what he called me because they had once nicknamed me uncle in a joke. His face was hard and sullen, as if to say, "Why do you bother me in my grief?" "But maybe we can talk over business?" ...
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"[...]wear my overcoat underneath." "Never mind," I said. "Go home. I'll look out for the boy. I know better than you where the shoes pinches him." So then he left us alone. "Well, my boy," I said, "you can't bring him back to life again. Come home, and if you want, I'll sleep at your house to-night." "Never mind, uncle," he said. That's what he called me because they had once nicknamed me uncle in a joke. His face was hard and sullen, as if to say, "Why do you bother me in my grief?" "But maybe we can talk over business?" I asked.[...]."
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