say, three per cent, grant extensions of time wherever
necessary, and knock the bottom out of the storekeepers'
usurious monopoly, drag the farms out of
Cannon's grasping fingers.

"By God!" he exclaimed, erect in the dark; "but
Edgar Crandall will get his apples."

The dog licked his hand, faithful, uncomprehending.

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