The miser sat amongst his gold. «' I would not part," he said, •« With half-a-gukiea, tho' my life Were to be forfeited . But influenza got him down, His breaths grew short and fewer— 11 Take all I've got," he cried, but give ME WOODS' GREAT PEPPERMINT CURE-
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New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXII, Issue 19, 12 May 1904, Page 6
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46Untitled New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXII, Issue 19, 12 May 1904, Page 6
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