And with that she fell to singing, from which she broke off after a few moments to burst into a shrieking, lunatic laugh.,
"Yep, cross my heart, an' spit on my thumb," grinned Billy.,
"And Cobin—he ain't any head at all, poor Cobin—did he talk sell?".
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