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Upon this scene Marie ca woot that Lovin Child had not seen

her for six months or so, and that baby round and kissed him and squeezed him and

cried aloud upon her God and her baby, and buried her wet face against

his fat little neck

Cash, trundling a wheelbarrow of ore out to the tunnel's mouth, heard a

howl and broke into a run with his load, bursting out into the sunlight

with a clatter and upsetting the barrow ten feet short of the regular

du to untie the rope, and

was having trouble because Lovin Child was in one of his worst

kicking-and-squir tantrums Cash rushed in and snatched the child

fro hiht! I have too got a right!" Marie was clawing like a

wildcat at Cash's gri for stealing hio--he's mine, I tell you

Lovin! Lovin Child! Don't you know Marie? Marie's sweet, pitty man, he

is! Come to Marie, boy baby!"

"Tell a worl' no, no, no!" yelled Lovin Child, clinging to Cash

"Aw--come to Marie, sweetheart! Marie's own lovin' littlebrute!"