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Fight gleamed in the big man’s eye, and for the breath of an instant he hesitated. By this time Mr. Wopp was bearing a length of pipe into the yard. The parlor looked like a morgue with its inanimate objects lying bidden under sheets and cloths of varying degrees of past usefulness. Through a hole of one sheet could be seen the listless towzled head of Hannah, her faded wax countenance betraying the need of a tonic. “The darned old robber!” Billy started up and walked restlessly toward the door..
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