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Protected Both Ways.
Two conservative ladles of old
fashioned notions were traveling in
the west, and becoming Interested In
a yonng girl on the train, finally asked
why she was making so long a jour
ney alone. They were greatly shocked
at her blithe explanation:
"Well, you see, my mother and step
father live at one end of the Journey,
and my father and stepmother live at
the other. They send me to each
other twice a year, so there Isn't a
bit of danger with four parents all
on the lookout!”
Pure Prom Start to Finish.
There la perhaps nothing In dally use
In the home in which purity Is so im
portant as It Is in baking powder. On
its purity depends the purity of the ma
terials used, the succesa of the bakings,
etc. And possibly the one thing that
has served to make Calumet Baking
Powder ao much of a favorite with tha
critical cooks of the country, la the fact
that Calumet la pure from start to finish.
You can rely on Calumet'a purity for
the simple reason that every ounce of
the materials used la first tested by ex
perienced chemists and then mixed with
the utmost care to insure its uniformity.
And standing In the can or changes of
weather, etc., cannot alter It in any re
spect.
But perhaps the beat thing of all, la
the fact that Calumet never falls. Every
baking In which Calumet la used, la sure
to come from the oven as light and aa
fluffy aa you can wish. Thla not only
means wholesome, tasty foods—but a
big economy as well. Try Calumet next
bake-day—It's the best baking powder
made—for two World’s Pure Food
Expositions, on# in Chicago, 1907, one
•at Paris, France, 1912—have given It the
highest awards. Adv.
Daddy’s Whack-Whack.
On the occasion of her last visit to
at certain Baltimore household a young
matron of that city found a little
friend In tears.
"What’a the matter with little Ma
rie?” ahe asked, endeavoring to con
•oTe the weeping child.
“Daddy has just given me whack
whack," the youngster replied between
soba.
"Thoughtless daddy! ” exclaimed tha
young woman, repressing a smile.
"And where did he whack-whack llttla
Marie T’
“On the back of my tummy," waa
the answer.
Neglect and Cruelty.
"So you want a divorce?” said tha
lawyer.
"Tea,” replied the woman with
tear-stained cheeks. “He has bees
guilty of neglect and cruelty.”
“In what respects?"
"He neglected to feed the bird whlla
I was away and says the cruelest
things he can think of about Fido.’
Timely Reminder.
"We are still mining ore, growing
cotton and manufacturing steel,” said
the American host.
"Why do you tell me that?" In
qulred the foreign visitor.
“I Just want to remind you that th»
country Is producing something be
sides politics."
Mooted Queetlnn,
"How's Willie getting on at that
free thought Sunday school you're
sending him to?"
"First rate, from last accounts. He
asked his pretty lady teacher who it
was that first bit the apple In the
Carden of Eden. Willie says she
looked him straight In the eye and
said nobody knew; that they’d been
trying to figure out for the last 6,000
years.”
No Such Aspersion.
■“Do you get a stipend for your
weekly work?"
“Nothin’ like that. I git reg'Iar
pay."
“GOOD 8TUFF.”
A Confirmed Coffee Drinker Takes to
Postum.
A housewife was recently surprised
when cook served Postum instead of
coffee. She saya:
“For the last five or six year* I have
been troubled with nervousness, in
digestion and heart trouble. I couldn’t
get any benefit from the doctor’s med
icine eo finally he ordered me to stop
drinking coffee, which I did.
"I drank hot water while taking the
doctor’s medicine, with some improve
ment, then went hack to coffee with
the aame old trouble as before.
“A new servant girl told me about
Pogtum—said her folks used it and
Uked It In place of coffee. We got a
package but I told her I did not be
lieve my husband would like it, as he
was a great coffee drinker.
“To my surprise he called for a
third cup, said it was ‘good stuff’ and
wanted to know what it was. We
have need Postum ever since and both
feel better than we have in years.
“My husband used to have bad
spells with his stomach and would be
sick three or four days, during which
time he could not eat or drink any
thing. But since he gave up coffee
and took to Postum, he has had no
more trouble, and we now fully be
lieve It was all caused by coffee.
“I have not had any return of my
former troubles since drinking Pos
tum, and feel better and can do more
work than in the last ten years. We
tell everyone about it—some eay they
tried it and did not like it I tell them
It makes all the difference as to how
lt'e made. It should be made accord
ing to directions—then it is dr'lclous.”
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read the hook, “The
Road to Wellville.” in pkgs. “There’s
a reason.”
Enr read tbe »b«» letter* A mew
ear appears from time to time. They
are aeaalae, tree, aad (all •( A a man.
ga tercet. A tie.
THE HEART OF A WOMAN
—
BY BARONESS ORCZY.
Author of “Tho ScaHot Pimpernel," "Pettiooat Rule," Eto.
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SYNOPSIS.
The story opens in Brussels. Louisa
Harris, a charming English girl of family,
friends and wealth, while absently walk
ing along the Boulevard Waterloo In a
November rain, runs Into a tragedy.
A man Is found murdered In a taxi
cab; his companion who had left the cab
some time before and told the chauffeur
to drive to a certain address, has dlsap
peaied and is unknown.
The scene shifts to London. Luke de
Mountford. Louisa’s affianced, the nephew
and heir of the eccentric and wealthy
Lord ltadcllffe, is in trouble. An alleged
direct heir, the unknown son of another
brother, has noticed Lord Radcllffe of his
claims. The old man, passionately fond
of Luke, claims that he has examined the
papers and that the claimant Is an im
postor.
Suddenly the alleged Phillip de Mount
ford appears In London. After a short in
terview with Lord Radcllffe his claims
are recognized and he U installed as heir.
Without explanation Luke is practically
disowned, Phillip seems to exert unlimit
ed influence over Lord Radcllffe which
puzzles his friends and dehes investiga
tion. Lord Radcllffe will explain to no
one.
A year hat, passed since the tragedy In
Brussels, tiuodenly it is repeated In ev
ery detail In London. The victim is 1 hll
lip de Mountford. Every circumstance and
a very apparent motive points to the dis
placed nephew, Luke, as the murderer, in
vain. Louisa, in her .Hind faith, tried to
prove Luke innocent. Every investigation
oiightens the chains of evidence. At the
coroner’s inquest the startling develop
ment that the murdered man is “‘“‘P
de Mountford but a common scoundrel de
nounced by his father and mother, who
ldemiited the body as their son, only com
plicates the situation. It does not in the
least upset the appalling proofs of Luke s
guilt. A warrant is Issued for his arrest
but because of his station in life the police
secretly warn him to leave the country
before the warrant la served. This he pre
pares to do. Louisa sees him and asks
fum pointedly for the truth. He con
fesses his guilt.
Here the heart of a woman discerns his
He and the real truth that he is protecting
someone else. Immediately she asks ner
self—who? and intuitively reasons 1that
Luke’s love for his uncle must be bouna
up with the solution. In the meantime tne
unice has been stricken and no one per
mitted to see him. She demands that she
be allowed to talk to him. Her request is
denied but she insists, dually the pnyn*
clan grants permission. Lord Radcurre
recognizes no one and does not .u,nder»tana
what is said to him. Alone with him for
a moment she rehearses the story to him,
although he is apparently unconscious.
At the mention of Luke’s name and the
fact that he is accused of the murder
Lord Radcllffe shows signs of indulgence.
When the physician returns he has
spoken and demands that what he has to
say be taken down and witnessed.
dictates a statement. The so-called Fhll
llp de Mountford who has been passing as
his heir was an imposter. Such & person
had at one time existed and began the
Correspondence more than a year before.
Lord Radcllffe met him in Brussels to ex
amine the proofs which he found correct.
In his indecision between his duty to tne
real heir and his passionate affect.on for
Luke he Invites the real Phillip de Mount
ford to ride with him through the streets
of Brussels. Suddenly the impulse seizes
him to solve the problem then and ^ber®—■
hence, the murder in the taxicab which
Louisa had witnessed.
The papers proving Phillip's claim were
left in his room and his rascally room
mate knew how to use them and guessea
the secret of his death, hence his arrival
In London and Ills hold over Lord Rad
cllffe. until finally the old man's love for
Luke prompted the second murder.
CHAPTER XXXVII—(Continued.)
The argument between the two /uen
had lasted close on half an hour. It
was long past 10 o’clock when at last
Louisa saw them emerging through
the lighted doorway. The next mo
ment they were seated In the cab with
her, Sir Thomas having given the
chauffeur the address of Lord Rad
clyffe’s house In Grosvenor square.
The doctor tried to be bland and po
lite. but lie was not overly successful
in this. He did not like being opposed,
nor hearing his pronouncements com
bated. In this case he had been forced
to give way, somewhat against his
better Judgment, and all the way in the
cab he was comforting himself with
the thought that at any rate he would
keep women away from his patient,
and that he would In any case cut the
Interview very Bhort, and demand Its
abrupt cessation very peremptorily.
He would then be backed up by two
nurses and we must do him the Jus
tice to say that he was honestly anx
ious about ills patient.
Louisa took no notice of the fash
ionable doctor's efforts at conversation.
She preferred to remain quite silent for
those few minutes which elapsed be
tween the departure from Hertford
street and the arrival at the east side
of Grosvenor square. When she saw
her uncle coming down the steps of
the doctor’s house in company with
the doctor himself, she knew that the
second victory had been won tonight;
that Sir Thor os Ryder would be al
lowed to Interview Lord RadelyfTe. She
had, of course, no suspicion of Dr.
Newington’s condition to the interview,
but the victory gained was an import
ant one, and for the moment she was
content.
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
THE HAND OF DEATH WAS ON
HIM TOO.
A respectable looking butler opened
the door In answer to Dr. Newington's
pull at the bell.
Luke had had time—on the day pre
ceding the Inquest—to put some sem
blance of order In his uncle’s household.
The doctor had sent In the nurses, and
he had seen to a nice capable house
keeper being Installed In the house.
She took the further management at
once In her own hands. She dismissed
the drunken couple summarily and en
gaged a couple of decent servants—a
butler and a cook.
The house, though no less gloomy,
looked certainly Icbs lonely and ne
glected.
Mr. Warren, who had been Lord Rad
clyffa's secretary for years, but who
had been speedily given hts conge when
the Imposter took up his permanent
abode In the house, was Installed once
more In the library, replying to the In
numerable letters and telegrams of in
quiry which poured In with every post.
Louisa and Sir Thomas were shown
into the room where the young man
Was sitting. He rose at once, offering
chairs, and pushing his own work aside.
In the meanwhile the doctor had gone
up stairs.
Several minutes elapsed. No one
spoke. Mr. Warren, who had always
been deeply attached to Luke de
Mountford, was longing to ask ques
tions, which, however, he was too shy
to formulate. At last there was a
knock at the door and one of the
nurses came in to say that Lord Rad
clylTe would be pleased to see Sir
Thomas Ryder upstairs.
Louisa rose at the same time as her
uncle, but the latter detained her with
a gesture full of kind sympathy.
"Not Just yet, my dear," he said.
'T’U call you as aeon aa possible.”
“But,” she asked anxiously, “I shall
be allowed to see him, shan't I?”
"I think so," he replied evasively.
“But even If you do not see him, you
can trust me. Oh, yes, you can,” he
added Insistently, seeing the deeply
troubled look that had crept Into her
face at his words. “I am going to
do tonight what X often have to do
In the course of my work. X am going
to borrow your soul and your mind
and allow them to speak through my
lips. When I go upstairs, I shall only
outwardly be the police officer search
ing for proofs of a crime; Inwardly I
shall be a noble hearted woman try
ing to discover proofs of her fiancee’s
Innocence. That will be right, dear,
won’t It?”
She nodded acquiescence, trying to
appear content. Then she pleaded once
again, dry eyed and broken voiced:
“You will try and get permission for
me to see Lord Radclyffe, won’t you?”
“I give you my word,” he said sol
emnly.
Then he went upstairs.
Mr. Warren, quiet and sympathetic,
persuaded Louisa to sit down again
by the hearth. He took her muff and
fur stole from her, and threw a log
on the fire. The flames spurted off,
giving a cheerful cackle. But Louisa
saw no pictures In this fire, her mind
was upstairs In I,ord Radclyffe’s room,
wondering what was happening.
Mr. Warren spoke of the murdered
man. He had not been present at
the Inquest, and the news that the
tyrant who had ruled over Lord Rad
clyffe for so long was nothing but an
Impostor came as a fearful shock to
him.
There was the pitifulness of the
whole thing. The utter purposelessness
of a hideous crime. So many lives
wrecked, such awful calamity, such ap
paling humiliation, such Ignominy,
and all Just for nothing. A Very little
trouble, almost superficial Inquiry,
would have revealed the Imposture,
and saved all that sorrow, all the dire
humiliation and prevented the crime
for which the law of men decrees that
there shall be no pardon.
The man who lay 111 upstairs—and he
who was lying In the public mortuary,
surrounded by all the pomp and luxury
which he had filched by his lies—alone
could tell the secret of the extraordi
nary success of the Imposture. Lord
Radclyffe had accepted the bricklayer’s
son almost as his own, with that same
obstinate reserve with which he had
at first flouted the very thought of the
man’s pretentions. Who could tell
what persuasion was used, what ar
guments, what threats?
And the man was an Impostor after
all! And he had been murdered, when
one word perhaps would have effaced
him from the world as completely and
less majestically than had been done
by death.
Mr Worron tnllrafl r\t if nil Anri
Mr. Warren talked or it all, and
Louisa listened with half an ear even
whilst every sense of hearing In her was
concentrated on the floor above, In a
vain endeavor to get a faint inkling of
what went on In Lord Racldfte’s room.
She had heard her uncle’s step on the
landing, the few hurried sentences ex
changed with the doctor before enter
ing the sick chamber, the opening and
shutting of a door. Then again the
lighter footsteps of the nurse, who Had
evidently been sent out of the room,
when Sir Thomas went In. Louisa
heard the faint hum of their voices as
they descended the stairs, even a sup
pressed giggle now and then; they were
happy, no doubt, at the few moments
of respite from constant watching,
which had apparently been accorded
them.
They ran quickly down the last flight
of stairs and across the hall toward the
servants’ quarters. Their chattering
was heard faintly echoing through the
baize doors. Then nothing more.
Less than a quarter of an hour went
by, (ind again she heard the opening
and shutting of a door, and men’s foot
steps on the landing.
Louisa could not believe either her
eyes, which were gazing on the clock,
or her ears, which heard now quite dis
tinctly the voice of Sir Thomas de
scending the stairs, and Doctor New
ington’s more pompous tones In reply.
“The Interview,” remarked Mr. War
ren, "did not last very long."
But already she had risen from her
chair, desperately anxious, wondering
what the meaning could be of the
shortness of the Interview. She was
not kept long In suspense, for a moment
or two later Sir Thomas Ryder came
In. followed by Doctor Newington. One
glance at her uncle’s face told her the
whole disappointing truth, even before
he spoke.
"It was useless, my dear,” he said,
“and Doctor Newington was quite
right. Lord Radclyffe, I am very sorry
to say, Is hardly conscious. He Is, evi
dently, unable to understand what Is
satd, and certainly quite Incapable of
making any effort to reply.”
"I was afraid sq,” added Doctor New
ington In hls usual conventional tones,
"the patient, you se‘ Is hardly con
scious. Hls mind Is dormant. He just
knows me and hls nurses. but he did
not recognize Sir Thomas."
Louisa said nothing; the blank, hope
less disappointment following on the
excitement of the past two hours was
exceedingly difficult to bear. The rul
ing passion—strong even In the midst
of despair—the pride that was In her,
alone kept her from an utter break
down. She was grateful to her uncle,
who very tactfully interposed hls tall
figure between her and the Indifferent
eyes of the doctor. Mr. Warren looked
more sympathetic than ever, and that
was Just as trying to bear as the
pompousness of Doctor Newington.
As a matter of fact, Louisa had ab
solutely ceased to think. The whole
future from this moment appeared as
an absolute blank. She had not begun
to envisage the possibility of going
back to the hotel, having utterly failed
In accomplishing that which she had
set mind and heart to do; the throwing
of the first feeble ray of light on the
Impenetrable darkness of Luke's sup
posed guilt. She certainly had not en
t'saged the going to bed tonight, the
getting up tomorrow, the be
ginning of another day with
Its thousand and one trivial tasks and
Incidents, all the while that she had
failed In doing that which alone could
prevent the awful catastrophe of to
morrow !
Luke standing In the dock, like a
common criminal!
“I’ll just see about getting a cab,
dear.” said her uncle kindly.
The first of those thousand and one
trivialities which would go on and on
from now onward In endless monotony,
whilst Luke prepared for hls trial, for
hls condemnation, perhaps for death.
It was Indeed unthinkable. No won
der that her mind rebelled at the task,
refusing all thoughts, remaining like
a gray, blank slat from which every
Impression of past and future has been
, wiped out.
Sir Thomas Ryder went out of the
room, and Mr. Warren went with him.
They loft the door ajar, so she could
bear them talking In the hall. Mr.
Warren said:
"Don’t go out. Sir Thomas. It’s a
horrid night. Fletcher will get you a
cab.”
And Sir Thomas replied: “Thank
you.”
“Won't you,” said the younger man.
"wait In the library?”
He had apparently rung a bell, for
the man servant came Into the hall and
was duly told off to whistle for a cab.
"I’d rather go Into another room, for
a moment, Mr. Warren, if I may," said
Sir Thomas. “There are Just one or
two little questions I would like to put
to you.”
‘‘Certainly, Sir Thomas," replied Mr.
Warren with alacrity.
The two men went together into the
dining room. Louisa by shutting her
eyes could almost see them sitting
there in the stately and gloomy room,
which she knew so well. She could
call to mind the last occasion on which
she had lunched there, with Lord Rad
clyffe and Luke and Edie and Jim.
It was the day on which the Imposter
first forced his way Into the house.
Louisa had a clear vision of him even
now, just as she had seen him stand
ing that day In the hall, before his
Interview with Lord Radclyffe. Parker
was helping him with his coat and
Louisa had seen his face; the brick
layer’s son who had come forward with
his marvellous array of lies, and who
had been so Implicitly believed, that
he himself had to pay for his lies with
a most horrible death.
For that death now—and because of
the Impenetrable mystery which the
Imposter had taken with him to his
humble grave—Luke stood In danger of
being punished with death that was
even more horrible than that caused
by a stab In the neck under cover of
darkness and of fog
The one chance that there had been
of finding a clue to the mystery had
been dissipated by the silence of the
sick man up stairs. The hand of death
was upon him too. He also would take
the secret of the bricklayer’s son, si
lently with him to the grave.
Louisa’s eyes, vacant aqd tearless,
wandered aimlessly round the room.
Dr. Newington was sitting at the desk,
writing either a letter or a prescrip
tion which aparently required a con
siderable amount of thought. He
seemed deeply absorbed In what he
wrote and from time to time referred
to a small notebook which he took
out of his pocket.
The scratching of his stylo
against the paper was the
only sound that struck Louisa's ear,
the rest of the house seemed
lonely and still. Only from far away
came the shrill screeching of the cam
whistle.
Louisa rose and went to the door,
peeping out Into the hall. It was de
serted and the dining room door was
shut. She slipped out Into the hall.
Dr. Newington apparently did not
trouble himself about her. Very softly
she closed the library door behind her.
Then she ran swiftly up Btalrs.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
A MERE WOMAN FIGHTING FOR
THE THING SHE LOVED.
Louisa reached the landing slightly
out of breath. She knew her way
about the old house very well. Two
doors now were opposite to her. One
of these had been left ajar—Intention
ally no doubt. It was the one that
gave on a smaller morning room, where
In the olden days Lord Radcylffe used
to have his breakfast and write his
private letters; the library being given
over to Mr. Warren and to official cor
respondence.
From this side of the house and
right through the Bllence that hung
over It, Louisa could hear very faintly
rising from the servants' quarters be
low, the sound of women’s voices
chattering and giggling. The nurses
then had not returned to their post.
With the Indifference born of long
usage they were enjoying every minute
of the brief respite accorded them, con
tent to wait for the doctor’s call if the
patient had Immediate need of them.
Through the chink of the door, the
red glow of a shaded lamp came as a
sharp crimson streak cutting the
surrounding gloom.
Louisa pushed open the door that
was ajar and tip-toed softly In.
The little room had been transformed
for present emergencies. The desk had
been pushed aside, and a small Iron
bedstead fitted up for the night nurse.
A woman’s paraphernalia was scatt
ered about on the massive early Vic
torian furniture: a comb and brush,
a cap and apron neatly folded, a cou
ple of long pins, littered the table
which used to look so severe fvith its
heavy Inkstand and firm blotting pad.
The piano had been relegated into a
corner, and the portrait of Luke which
always hung over the mantelpiece had
been removed.
The door Into the bedroom was wide
open, and without any hesitation
Louisa went In. The bed. was immedi
ately in front of her, and between It
and the hanging lamp beyond a screen
had been placed, so that the upper
part of the sick man's figure was in
visible at first in the gloom, and the
light lay like a red patch right across
the quilt at the foot.
Louisa advanced noiselessly and then
halted beside the bed. The room was
pleasantly warm, and the smell of dis
infectants, of medicines, and of laven
der water hung in the air—the air of
a sick room, oppressive and enervat
ing.
(Continued Next Week.)
Disarmament.
"Put up the sword!" The voice of Christ
once more
Speaks In the pauses of the cannon’s roar
O’er fields of corn by fiery sickles reaped
And left dry ashes; over trenches heaped
With nameless dead; o’er cities starving
slow
Under a rain of fire; through wards of
woe
Down which a groaning dtapson runs
From tortured brothers, husbands, lovers,
sons
Of desolate women In their far-off homes.
Waiting to hear the step that never
comes!
O men and brothers! let that voice be
heard,
War falls, try peace; put up the useless
sword!
Fear not the end. There Is a story told
In Eastern tents, when autumn nights
grow cold,
And round the fire the Mongol shepherds
sit
With grave responses listening unto it;
Once, on the errands of his mercy bent,
Buddha, the holy and benevolent,
Met a fell monster, huge and fierce of
look,
Whose awful voice the hills and forests
shook.
"O son of peace!” the giant cried, "thy
fate
Is sealed at last, and love shall yield to
hate.”
The unarmed Buddha looking, with no
trace
Of fear or anger. In the monster’s face.
In pity said: "Poor field, even thee I
love.”
Lo! as he spake the sky-tall terror sank
To hand-breadth else; the huge abhor
rence shrank
Into the form and fashion of a dove:
And where the thunder of Its rage was
heard.
Circling above him sweetly sang the bird:
"Hate hath no harm for love,” so ran the
song;
“And peace upweaponed conquers every
wrong!" —Whittier.
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SHE COULD ANSWER FOR HIM
Little Comfort for Candidate In Rea
son Assigned by Wife for Her
Being Confident.
Mr. Williams, one of five candidates
for the office of sheriff in one of the
northern counties of Wisconsin, was
making a house-to-house canvass of a
rural district, soliciting votes. Com
ing to the house of Farmer Thompson,
he was met at the door by the good
housewife, and the following dialogue
ensued:
"Is Mr. Thompson at home?"
“No; he has gone to town.”
“I am very sorry, as I would have
liked to talk to him."
"Is there anything I can tell him
for you?”
“My name is Williams, candidate for
sheriff, and I wanted to exact a prom
ise from him to vote for me at the
coming election.”
“Oh, that will be all right. I know
he will promise, for he has already
promised four other candidates the
same thing.”—Norman E. Mack's Na
tional Monthly.
Takes Ugliness Philosophically.
A man whose face is heavily pitted
through a case of smallpox in his in
fancy, has been able to extract amuse
ment from his appearance. Once he
gave an explanation of it by say
ing that he had fallen down a shot
tower.
Asked how he was able to shave
himself, he answered:
"With a belt punch."
Official 8coring.
“Should Blucher get the credit for
winning Waterloo?”
“No; that victory is properly cred
ited to Wellington. Blucher didn't re
lieve him until about the eighth in
ning.”
All the world’s stage, but It lacks
an asbestos drop curtain.
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Accounted For.
"The piece was very raw."
“Then it deserved a roasting." i
HIS CAREER MAPPED OUT.
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"I’m goin’ to be a farmer like pop
when I grows up. Wot you goin’ to
be?”
“Me? I’m goin' to be a bunco man
an’ take yer farm away from you.”
Mean Hint.
“Men are what their diet makes
them.”
“You must have been eating a great
deal of sheepshead fish lately."
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