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“But you haven’t told us what hurries you so,” Jean called, while Billy was already sprinting away. All that dreadful day the man searched for the little girl’s mother, but their house was early prey to the flames, and he could get no trace of her. He was only passing through the city; and having fortunately saved his money and tickets, was anxious to be on his way across the Pacific. Consequently nothing better offered than to send the child with other refugees to the kind hospitality of the country. Fer our reapin’ bye ’n’ bye.”.
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