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quietly away, she rook out her handkerchief and wiped her
hand very hard where it had couched the letter, as if it had
been soiled. The young officer strode out of the dopr with
a red face and an angry step, and that evening the story of
the way the little rebel wiped her hands after touching Tom
Adams's letter was all over camp.
