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The Principal was a large man with a thick, blond beard and sharp, blue eyes. “After that,” continued O’Day, “we held councils of war and decided that it would be best if we could nip the big plot in the bud without letting you fellows at the dam get wise.” “Good day,” said Johnny Blossom, bowing low. “Please take this”—and he put the envelope into her hand..
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