ell in tence. quot;Miss Kagle,quot; I said. quot;Are you all rig; S of tiny silver circles. Eaciny silver circle ial:

    A little lady, 5 2quot;, h a cane.

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    A ;, able spirit.

    @. ;Aquot;?  is he in your life, Miss Kagle?

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