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THE DOOR OF DREAD

gatory forefinger certain more or less bruised and tender portions of her body.

"I guess I'm some little singed-cat," she meditated, "shootin' that boob through the shin-bone! But when yuh mosey round wit' the big-mitters yuh gotta watch the deck or drop your pile! And he sure did squeeze in me rib-cage for me!"