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He arrived home Monday evening, and was received as though a visit of several months’ duration had torn him from the bosom of the family. “How in the name of orl the aporstles did that hen git in there?” questioned Mrs. Wopp. Viewing the upturned swill-pail, she suddenly became cynical..
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