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Before I had time to dodge under the lap-robe, Miss Bright-Eyes caught sight of me.
That was what I always called her, because she had such piercing shoe buttons of eyes. Her real name was Pursell, and she was a native daughter of the Golden State. Her grandfather had been an old forty-niner who had made a fortune in land.