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" "Write him," urged Spurlock, finding speech. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. " "To-morrow will be too late," said Sheppard, moodily. ’ ‘What?’ gasped Gerald, shocked. He turned the water off and handed her a towel. "You've got him?" demanded Ireton. I’ll protect you!” He cried.
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