THREE:The party had meant nothing, nothing at all, and Albin told himself he could forget all about it.Norma didn't want to argue, but the argument went on in Dodd's mind, and it still continued, circling in his mind like a buzzard. There was nothing he could do about it, nothing Norma could do about it. He avoided even the thought of seeing her for a few days, and then he found himself making an excuse to go over to Building One. He met her there, after lounging about for hours.
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THREE:"Dade I haintnot a smidgeon," answered Hennessey. "We ixpicted ye's to git here this forenoon and relieve us, and we et up ivery spoonful of our grub for breakfast, so's to lighten us for a quick march back to camp. They've not bin runnin' in the mill for several days, and've carted off ivery bit of the male they ground. We're nigh starved oursilves, but we've had a lovely little foight, and we forgive ye's for not coming airlier. Oi wouldn't 've missed that last rush on thim divil's for a month's double rations.""Wonder if I couldn't help git the proof," suggested Shorty, with his sleuth instincts reviving.
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THREE:"Lots and gobs of 'em. Camp's full of 'em. More comin' in by every train.""You won't do nothin' o' the kind. Shorty. Don't you contradict me. Let him go, I tell you."
THREE:He began bustling about with more activity, and giving his orders in a louder voice. He saw Pete Skidmore pick up what had been once a militia officer's gaudy coat, and examine it curiously. He shouted at him:
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