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    t made tside it ill raining.

    If I means to get to ter go on noia said.

    opped at t-rack to put on  and s in a gust of , cold air.  out on treet curb  neion. Along the

    sideia leaned against tor Copeland folloer ouco steady railed behem.

    ed for terrible anger as t out of t. But it did not come to ed  fences and t  into til at last touctom of despair and took ease.

    In tain strong and ed laugo raged soul beneat  music but only ted do rong, true purpose t  rest tom of utmost ion and for a ？

    But  onward.

    ?Uncle, said Mick. You t coffee ter?’

    Doctor Copeland looked into  gave no sign t o last to tia ered first and teps outside. Mick and tle brotcia told of illiam. Doctor Copeland did not listen to t art, a middle, and an end. to to hear.

    Doctor Copeland sat on a stool in t and seamed over tove.  on  t occesionally h a handkerchief.

    rembled, and all of iff  to make it be still.Mr. Singer came into tor Copeland raised up his

    face to y or e. Of all t express tions. For ood thing.

    Mick ia, quot;s your fathers name?’

    Mady Copeland.’

    Mick leaned over close to Doctor Copeland and sed in , dont you t coffee tle better?’

    Doctor Copeland started.

    Quit t ia said. he can hear well as you can.’

    Oied t and put tove to boil again.

    te still lingered in tor Copeland still looked into his face. You heard?’

    ll to those prison guards? Mick asked.

    dont knoia