“Let me go, please!” he pleaded. “There’s a little girl, our refugee, over there, fainted, I think, perhaps—dead.”,
“Pretty; and Charley will be Douglas, and—”,
“Sing something, Mar.” Betty’s plaintive voice broke the silence..
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