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by Robert Louis Stevenson


  And then, in the minister's own hand, was added:

  "Likewise for sprains, rub it in; and for the cholic, a great spoonefulin the hour."

  To be sure, I laughed over this; but it was rather tremulous laughter;and I was glad to get my bundle on my staff's end and set out over theford and up the hill upon the farther side; till, just as I came on thegreen drove-road running wide through the heather, I took my last lookof Kirk Essendean, the trees about the manse, and the big rowans in thekirkyard where my father and my mother lay.

 

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