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“Huh!” grunted Moses, “your ole turkey aint worth an eyestrain.” “I guess he didn’t say ‘lick,’ Billy.” “Yes, I seen them an’ smelt them, too; they shore ’d delight the heart of an Eskermo, Betty.” “An’ where did you hear it, my dear?” she queried, cautiously feeling her way..