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“To be shore you kin,” was the reply, “but don’t hurry too much an’ smarsh the crockery.” When the two arrived, Nell Gordon was sitting with the sick child and crooning softly to her. Howard Eliot drew near, accidentally touching the firm round arm of Nell as he did so. CHAPTER XV AGAINST THE FIRE.
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