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Silas looked down at his own hands — thin, clean, useless. “I have coins in my mattress,” he said quietly. “A hundred pounds.”

He laughed. He cried. He did both at once, which he had not done since he was that boy with the wooden horse. poveste de craciun de charles dickens.pdf text