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THE GROWING OF THE CROP
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Her father nodded. ‘Gif me the kiss for the kia ora.’[1]

Lena lifted her face to his. There was moisture on her cheek as she drew away, and she saw that there were tears in his eyes. ‘Be strong, dear,’ she said.

He nodded again and went blindly away down the track as full of good resolutions as ever a man in this world.

The nearest public-house was fourteen miles off, and besides he had no money.

  1. ↑ ‘Well-wishes’
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