In desperation he stood still, gazing at the windows above; reprimanding the dog sharply when he whined, though his fingers unconsciously patted away the sting of the rebuke.,
“Well, he ain’t dead; he’s alive and bully, with a wad that bulges. I’m going to take you to him.”,
“But I asked for her, mamma.” Billy’s voice lost its exuberance. His mother never had looked so tired, he thought for the second time that day..
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