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looking. "Come on out of this—for God's sake!" he said to Canty—"if you're ready."
"What," said Dad, hospitably, "y're not going, surely!" But they were. "Well, then—thirty-five acres of wheat, I have, and" (putting his head out the door and calling after them) "next year—next year, all being well, please God, I'll have sixty!"
