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What will have to do ? " asked Kyrle. 



The 160 acres over there." 



" You unconscionable wretch ! Have you 

 evicted the poor widow, and she on her death- 

 bed ? For stiffening the neck and hardening the 

 heart, commend me to the close-to-nature life of 

 the farmer. I wouldn't own a farm for worlds. 

 It risks one's immortality. Give me the wicked 

 city for pasturage and a friend who will run 

 a farm, at his own risk, and give me the benefit 

 of it." 



