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The redheaded girl had not realized how tired she was until she heard Ben Potts's voice. He stood there as straight as ever, but where were the clear bugle tones that summoned the good burghers of Redfield morning after morning? A faint, a lamentable, echo of his impressive "Hear ye! Hear ye! " rang out feebly, and the redheaded girl slumped back dispiritedly in her chair, consumed with fatigue as with a fever.
"Sleep well? " inquired the reporter with amiable anxiety.