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For a full minute Marshall Allerdyke stood fixed -- staring at the set features before him. Then, with a quick catching of his breath, he made one step to his cousin's side and laid his hand on the unyielding shoulder. The affectionate, familiar terms in which they had always addressed each other sprang involuntarily to his lips.
"Why, James, my lad! " he exclaimed. "James, lad! James!"