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"On a golden, Indian summer day like this," she finished and closed her eyes as his arms went about her. A little smile curled the corners of Maddoc's stern mouth. "Well, that's Pennsylvania Scroggie," he said, as though to himself. "Hard, bull-headed and a sharper in every legitimate sense but square as they make 'em. And you," he asked, pointedly, "what did you do?" "What's a reward?".
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