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“Martha，it\'snousepertendingIcouldstayinoneofthemjailsandkeephappyatit。Igottobeoutdoors。ButItellyouwhatIcando，ifitwillmakeyoufeelanybetter。IfIeverhappentorunacrostthishereDavidArmstrong，andheisanywheresnearmysize，I\'lllickhimfuryou。
Andifhe\'stooheftyfurmetolickhimfair，“I
says，“andIgetagoodchancetIwillhithimwithapieceofrailroadironfuryou。“
Ofcourse，IknowedIwouldneverfindhim。ButwhatIsaidseemedtobrightenherupalittle。