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The best of all was a letter from Jimmy, scrawled with his left hand. St. Elmo cast about in his mind for some plausible explanation of his recent panic. It would never do to inform the world that he had been afraid of a mere turkey. “’Cause I love you, ’n’ I hope the edges’ll be all pink like my mornin’-glories.”.
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