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"Ghosts--and hopes," said Fingers

"Hopes make life," softly whispered Kent, as if to hi froht "It may be that mine, like yours, will never coers Funny, isn't it, that their naely alike--Mary and Marette? I say, Fingers--"

Heavy footsteps sounded in the hall Both turned from theas Constable Pelly canized this intiers roused his sleeping dog

It was a new Fingers alked back to the river fivewho followed at his heels, for at tis was coers did not sink into the chair on the shady porch when he reached his shack He threw off his coat and waistcoat and rolled up his sleeves, and for hours after that he was buried deep in the accual treasures stored away in hidden corners of the Good Old Queen Bess