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“And there are many times when the duty itself is disagreeable, yet doing it brings a finer joy than shirking it ever could bring.” “Right—now—are you?” The arm that was around Bouncer tightened, and she thought her “heart would fly right up into her throat.” “She’ll be orful mad,” prophecied Moses..
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