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"I could never marry Hinter," she had said. "I love one man—and to him I shall be true, always." "Likely story that about his pilin' on you from behind," scoffed Billy. "You met him on the path an' tried to get gay with him, more like, an' he pasted you a few. You shouldn't hunt trouble, Anse; you can't fight, an' you know it. What's this new boy like?" he asked curiously. "Harry O'Dule," she gasped, as he swung the gate wide, "is it re'lly you?".
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