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" "A boy from his shop was here a short time ago. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. First-off, he had decided not to tell her what he had found at the bottom of that manila envelope. The primitive superstition of his Puritan forbears was his; and before this the buckler of his education disintegrated. Lucy had baked the apple and pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while no one looked. He turned irresolutely to the table upon which lay the scattered leaves of his old manuscripts. " "Not in the least," replied Shotbolt, creeping beneath the table; "there's my staff. There was little fighting spirit here.
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