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“You can send some one after us, a man—not you, not either of you,” he called back over his shoulder, and was soon out of sight. Hot water, lotions, a mother’s tender hands, best of all, a mother’s comprehending heart,—it is wonderful what cures these can make. In an hour Billy was comparatively at ease. His sore body still ached, and his eyes “felt like red fire on the Fourth,” he said; but the world seemed less dark, and he was glad his mother had not taken him at his word and left him to bear his trouble alone. The chinking began in earnest. Moses stood, turning till each freckle on his ruddy face shone with honest sweat..
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