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Updated: May 25, 2025

Then he slowly knocked the ashes from its bowl, giving it a final rap in the hollow of his hand. "Every day me an' ma miss Myry an' Ezry more," said he, stolidly. "Us uns just plumb lately made up our minds both them kids was too good to live, but us uns'd be awful satisfied to know if they air happy." Tessibel brightened. She flashed a radiant smile at the sad-faced man.

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