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Chapter 22 Old Friends
Word Count: 2930
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Released on: 11/11/2017
o Adam Ward's estate.There was a touch of frost in the air. The hillside back of the interpreter's hut was brown. Bu
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Helen of the Old House
“Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields_.”