A Myth in a Garden

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12 / CHRONICLESnstreet, a thing my other grandmother would never do,n"Hold up your shoulders, grandson," and I would straightennup. This was in front of Mr. Rufus Hayne's house, whonconjured some warts from my hand. He just took out hisnpocket knife and ran it over the warts, mumbling words . . .

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