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 “Anyhow, I have you,” she said. “Life can’t be altogether empty with such a friend. Anne, pat my head—just as if I were a little girl—mother me a bit—and let me tell you while my stubborn tongue is loosed a little just what you and your comradeship have meant to me since that night I met you on the rock shore.”