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“Wait, Billy! You are hurt, badly. Let me see.” She put out a detaining hand. “But s’pose you change yer name, Miss Gordon,” whispered Betty slyly. “Then nobody’d know ’twas you.” [32]“There are other things besides gems, little girl.” Mrs. Bennett smiled and began to clear the table..
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