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Why, yes, yes, dinner, you know just pot luck with us, with your old superintendent, you rascal, he uttered nervously, poking Martin in an attempt at jocular fellowship. Martin went down the street in a daze. He stopped at the corner and looked about him vacantly. Well, Ill be damned! he murmured at last. The old fellow was afraid of me. |
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