The Lifted Bandage by Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews
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page 21 of 21 (100%)
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How is he--how is my uncle?"
There was a letterbox at the corner, a foot from the older man's shoulder. He put out his hand and held to the lid a moment before he answered. His voice was harsh. "Your uncle is--perfectly happy," he said. "He's gone mad." |
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