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John. Sarah was just “going all apart” in Paul’s arms, with Virginia swooning in Harold’s.
On old Lady Flanagan’s porch sat Mary Antor; for, having had no word from Norman for months, this grand young Salvation Army lass was in sad, sad doubt. But soon, as that shouting mob was drifting away, and happy family groups walking citywards, a khaki-clad lad, hurrying to old Lady Flanagan’s cabin, and jumping that low, ivy-clad wall, had Mary, sobbing and laughing, in his arms. No. It wasn’t Norman.
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