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 "'Mark Train! I never heard of him.'

"As I looked at my adoring and adorable little friend her lip began to quiver. It quivered still more, her blue eyes filled—could not hold the tears—they dropped down on her face and on my flattered hand.

"'Oh, sir,' she sobbed, drawing away from me (I thought she was broken-hearted because she had to leave me)—'Oh,' she said, 'I thought you were Buffalo Bill.'" 136