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"Thanks. Now you mustn't tell me when it comes again—the light—I want to see if I can feel it. I hope—" "His game you mean." "Now," she panted, having reached the limit of her strength, "you go upstairs with Willium and change clothes. Not another word, er I'll start in on you all over ag'in. Off you go, both o'you. And Willium," she called after them, "when you get into your own suit, don't you ferget to come here fer your scrubbin'.".
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