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To my dying day I'll never forget that little house, away out on the hillside, he took me to in his shabby little car. Just two tiny rooms, but they were clean and quiet, and a girl with the sweetest face I ever saw, lay in the bed with her eyes bright with pride, and a tiny, tiny little bundle close beside her. The young farmer was red with embarrassment and anxiety. "You are a prophet of evil, Etwald," said he. "First my poor Maurice, now Miss Dallas." CHAPTER XIV NEW QUARTERS AND OLD FRIENDS.
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