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"What do you mean?" he asks, in that sharp way.
"The border's honeycombed with spies and sympathizers," says Betsy.
"Who? You know some of them!" says the officer.
Betsy says:
"No, I don't know any of 'em, but I know their doings. Ain't the church nailed shut? Where'll I go on Sunday now?"
Betsy goes away, and the officer looks thoughtful for a moment. Then he says to another officer:
"Betsy's loyal—that's certain."
They laugh together.
"Any others in your household?" asks the officer.
"One more," says I, "but she's only a girl and, anyhow, she's gone away."
"When did she go?"
Well, I didn't want 'em riding after Evelyn and bothering her—scaring her to death with questions—so, I answers:
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