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AN OLD, OLD FRIEND
a charge of dynamite! There was no need to go closer to learn the rest of the story.
Bowers's face twisted in a queer grimace. He cried brokenly in a grief that can be understood fully only by the lonely:
"Pore little Mary! Pore little feller! Pore little innercent sheep that never done no harm to nobody!"
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