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"To be sure," said the other, nodding gravely "every winter; it grows out again when the warm weather comes."
— from The Wide, Wide World by Susan Warner
A cliff, in short, though of no great elevation; on its crest, growing yuccas, cactus, and stunted mezquite trees.
— from The Free Lances: A Romance of the Mexican Valley by Mayne Reid
[Pg 126] "To be sure," said the other, nodding gravely, "every winter; it grows out again when the warm weather comes."
— from The Wide, Wide World by Susan Warner
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