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THE ANCIENT GRUDGE
"Grandmother!" cried Floyd, holding her off at arms' length. "You're not a man; how do you know so much about it?"
"I've lived a long, long time," she answered. "I'm a very old woman. Seventy-one, Floyd—seventy-one!"
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