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“But I wanted to see you. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. "It's not very likely that a babby of nine months old will save my life, if I'm to be his friend, as you seem to say, Mrs. \" She said, bashful. ’ He gave the gaping Pottiswick a shove, passing him on to his junior, who was waiting patiently by the kitchen door.
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