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"I think you spoke of sunsets," she said. "Rejected, but she has a hankering for him still," said the old lady with one of those smiles of knowingness which make the lineaments[Pg 200] ghastly when bitter sorrow and tragic trouble are the topics talked about. "It's the left hind foot of a grave-yard rabbit," said Billy, proudly exhibiting the charm..
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