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THE PAPERS HID INSIDE OF THAT SAID HAT MUST MAKE A BRIDE A HAPPY ONE FER ALL HER LIFE, Er else a WRECKED AND WRETCHED WIFE! And, someway, then, I thought of JOHN,-- Then looked towards PATIENCE. . . . She was GONE!-- The door stood open, and the rain Was dashin' in; and sharp and plain Above the storm we heerd a cry-- A ringin', laughin', loud
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Good-by! That died away, as fleet and fast A hoss's hoofs went splashin' past! And that was all. 'Twas done that quick! . . . You've heerd o' fellers