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"Why, Alma," whispered the mother, "who in the world can it be at this time of night? You don't suppose he-"
"Well, I'm not going to the door, anyhow, mother, I don't care who it is; and, of course, he wouldn't be such a goose as to come at this hour." She put on a look of miserable trepidation, and shrank back from the door, while the hum of th
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