The postman that evening had brought him two letters and he had just finished reading them. He sat with his hands clasped over his knee, leaning back in his chair and looking out through his study window. He was evidently thinking very hard and the two letters were the cause of his perplexity. Finally he rose, went to his study door and called down the stairs, Sarah, I wish you would come up here. I want your help.
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