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Marriage
The stranger advanced toward the door. Mrs. O'Toole stood in the doorway with a rough stick in her left hand and a frown on her brow.
"Good morning," said the stranger politely. "I'm looking for Mr. O'Toole."
"So'm I," said Mrs. O'Toole, shifting her club over to her other hand.
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