By Mark Twain
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Something made me change my mind as I looked at the picture for a second time. I decided to stay. Satisfied with my answer, the man told me his name was Henry.
That night, Henry and I talked about many different things, but mainly about her. The next day passed quietly.
On Thursday evening, we had a visitor. He was a big, grey-haired miner named Tom. “I just came for a few minutes to ask when she is coming home,” he explained. “Is there any news?”
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