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The driver cracked his whip and the load went on, swaying and creaking as it left the soft sand for the corduroy. "I guess I've found it, Bill. Come over close, so's I kin touch you, then we'll be movin' 'long. Hully gee! but I'm wet. Got both them charms safe?" "Harry O'Dule," she gasped, as he swung the gate wide, "is it re'lly you?".
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