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I 'eard a shot, and I run, and run, dearie, fur I know'd as 'e 'ad no pistol; but I los' m'way, my royal rye, and it was ony when th' storm rolled off as I foun' 'im. He was lyin' in a ditch. Such was his grave, continued Mother Jael, speaking in her own tongue, 'water and grass and storm-clouds above, brother.
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