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"They're the two who've been workin' his drillin' rig; an' they're the men that robbed the Twin Oaks store." "Where did the boy go?" he asked. "He must have been wet to the skin." "We'll not argue the point. St Vincent objects to inoculation for small-pox because he says that that disease is intended by God to keep the population down.".
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