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“So I lost David,” whispered Mary Cecily; “I lost my little brother.”

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“I an artist? Mercy, no,” said Azalea. “I’m nothing—just a girl.”

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There was Paralee, dragging a gaunt woman to the door. “Tell ’em to ’light, ma, and come in,” she begged

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Keefe lifted a languid hand. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time,” he said

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