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A POETESS.

CHAPTER XVIII.
OKA AND MURASAKI.

NE more story!” was the ape of the boys to shee doctor
the next TOTRIDE:

“Please, one more,” they cried.

“Qh have mercy, boys! You will wear the doctor out,” said
Uncle Nat.

“T will put my hand in the bag and pull out one more story,”
said the doctor good-naturedly; ‘and this shall be about Judge
Oka. One day a case of theft came before him, and the par-
ticulars were these: There was an old man, very rich, but he
kept on selling pickled vegetables—his business—for it brought

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