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THE LUCK OF THE IRISH

was a broad streak of coagulated blood and coal-dust. The face was as black as a stoker's. Out of this murk appeared two rows of white teeth. She would have known that grin anywhere.

"William Grogan!" she gasped.

"Ye-ah; what's left," jauntily.