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Billy sat motionless on the edge of the bed in their little room in San Jose that night, a musing expression in his eyes.
"Well," he remarked at last, with a long-drawn breath, "all I've got to say is there's some pretty nice people in this world after all. Take Mrs. Mortimer. Now she's the real goods -- regular old American."