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    Miss Amelia and ted a  of trap. S s out abuse t would bounce back on  of hing she could do.

    So t on like t s in tairs nobody kno t. A neable o be broug, took to tuation and came one nigo look in at t café. And time  eac er any especial argument, but it seemed to come about mysteriously, by means of some instinct on t of bot times t t you could  of paper roses rustling in t. And eac ting stance a little longer t before.

    t took place on Ground ral temperature. t ted day, and by ten oclock ty. Early in t out and cut doep in can of  betoy of Miss Amelia. tables in t to t t. te four  for dinner, and ternoon to store up strengted in tairs, c on t iff face orment it ill and doing not s as a corpse .

    Cousin Lymon less day, and tle face igement.   out to find turned, ten, and said t to be bad ing to gatrengt to  occurred to   as  t porc been painted for years -- in fact, God kno ed at all. Cousin Lymon scrambled around, and soon ed  green. It ing as anding on a crate to get up a foot  ran out, t side of t green and tion of  ed. Cousin Lymon left it at t.

    t isfaction ing. And in t a curious fact sioned. No one in to even Miss Amelia, ained t oill a cain t  forty. eady as a c t ed of age. It o guess eetill in  ained t snuff t it o decide eetioned directly about o knoely noten years or a hundred! So his age remained a puzzle.

    Cousin Lymon finising at five-ty oclock in ternoon. turned colder and t t