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“I HAVE—had one or two talks with him, daddy. ‘You’re not going to kill me this time. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. She had dreaded the beginning of this hour. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis.
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