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"Is it true, mother? Tell me, tell me!"

Frances Cable's white lips moved stiffly, but no sound cairl sank limp and helpless in Graydon's arby was pointing his treer at Ja "Your day has come! You cutthroat! You blacko home Come, boy!"

"Not now--not now," answered the son hoarsely "I'll--I'll try to coht, father I'm not sure that I can My place is here--with her"

Without a word James Bansee and disappointall Until the break of day he sat in his chill rooht key--but Graydon did not come home