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"Yes, Ma'am; ain't you agoin', Ma?" Wilson shook his head. "It's a new pipe," he ventured to say, "and," sniffing the bowl, "it ain't had nuthin' more deadly than dried mullen leaves in it so far. Ain't a great deal of harm in a boy smokin' mullen leaves, shorely, Mary." They sat down on a mossy log. Her fingers brushed back his hair as her eyes sought vainly for marks or bruises..
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