The Sheriff was a small man with fair, curly hair like a girl’s; but there was that in his eye that reinforced his pistol, made the big fellow quail, the other mutter a low warning. The two lifted the chest by its strong handles and stepped out.,
“Sure. All the kids. But Clarence especially,—he’s my son, you know.” Billy grinned.,
Her anxiety somewhat allayed for the moment, Mrs. Mifsud roused herself for the entertainment of her guests..
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