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Good riddance. But what did he know beyond these facts? Nothing, clearly. "Surely," he added, staring at Rowland, "either I'm greatly mistaken, or it is—" "You are not mistaken, Baptist," returned Rowland with a gesture of silence; "it is your old friend. Then Mike came along. You can test it out on us this Thanksgiving Sunday. What’s that?” They both stood listening. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. It isn't friendly as I thought it would be. Yet in some hidden corner was a vein of sentiment, of which for the first time in his later life he was now unexpectedly aware. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell.
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