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“Never,” said Jerry. “At first I figured he would, but after a month, when he didn’t show up, I doped it out that he thought I’d fallen off the train and been killed. Anyhow, I stayed with the Olson’s until I had learned all that the school there could teach me. Mrs. Olson died soon after and I couldn’t bear to stay around any longer. She was as near to folks as I ever had.” Bob paid no attention to this outburst, letting it go past his ears. Wesley’s voice from behind took up the refrain. “Shall we say our prayers?” asked Tellef..
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