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"I'm tired," said Bindle one evening, his cheery look belying his words, "tired as Gawd must be of 'Earty. " He threw himself into a chair and fanned himself with a red silk pocket-handkerchief.
"What's the trouble, J. B.? " asked Dick Little, handing Bindle his tankard.