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Chapter 1
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    Dear Mother,

    I am sick. I  to go ake me he infirmary.

    Your fond son,

    Stephen

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    olling. o  Brigid aught him.

    Dingdong! tle bell!

    Fareher!

    Bury me in the old churchyard

    Beside my eldest brother.
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