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As Mr. John Oakhurst, gambler, stepped into the main street of Poker Flat on the morning of the twenty-third of November, 1850, he was conscious of a change in its moral atmosphere since the preceding night.
Next, he gathered dry grasses and tiny twigs from the high-water flotsam.
For a week last September, migrating red-winged blackbirds were feeding heavily down by the creek at the back of the house.
They lived in a forlorn-looking house that stood alone, and had an air of starvation.
[She] had kindled the callow fancy of the most idle and shiftless of all the village lads, and had conceived for this Howard Carpenter one of those absurd and extravagant passions which a handsome country boy of twenty-one sometimes inspires in a plain, angular, spectacled woman of thirty.
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