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In the group about the door, he passed a youth with tohite hair and

very pink cheeks The boy was the earliest to succu, a te crazily, and his albino eyes were now red and inflamed

Lescott remembered him

"Thet's ther daal,"

proclaimed the youth, in a thick voice

The painter paused, and looked back The boy was reaching under his

coat with hands that had becoit at him," he shouted, with a hoop and a dash toward

the painter

Lescott said nothing, but Sally had heard, and stepped swiftly between

"You've got ter git past me fust, Buddy," she said, quietly "I reckon

ye'd better run on hoit yore mammy ter put ye ter bed"