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I went to the theatre that night. "While I live you are safe," rejoined Trenchard; "after my death I can answer for nothing. “John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried, ushering him deeper into the house. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that promise. “Who, me? I scare you?” He asked.
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