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mdp.39015063540408	Brice Monica.	Green wood burns slow, by Monica Brice	1938		.txt	text/plain	55520	4832	93	Pete looked away from the little pool of light where "The devil of all this, Pete," said Jim to the nowsilent figure beside him, "is that we're going to have to "Sure," said Pete, and Jim, watching his struggle, Pete said, "The hat, Jim?" in a puzzled voice. Ruth turned her head and studied the tired face, lighted man beside him with a thoughtful eye, and told himDEATH OF A GOOD CAR Jim ran the car through the open gates, waited for Ruth went hastily back to the red-haired man, patiently sitting in the obscure corner where she had left were; and she could think of no way to find out without letting him know that she wasn't Al. The car slipped over the bridge, on through the dark The man opened his eyes, choking slightly, tried to lift his head and fell back, powerless; only the ghost of living blood creeping into his	./cache/mdp.39015063540408.pdf	./txt/mdp.39015063540408.txt