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Meantime, her mother had toiled up -- her jewels glittering curiously in the dusk -- and now poured herself out to the fresh auditor in a breathless wail; recapitulated her long years of devotion and the abstracted contents of the house. But Lazarus soon wearied of the inventory of her virtues and furniture.
"What's the use of crying over spilt milk? " he said. "You must get a new jug."