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’
You
say
a
man
’
s
got
no
brain
,
when
he
’
s
a
fool
:
and
no
heart
,
when
he
’
s
mean
;
and
no
stomach
when
he
’
s
a
funker
.
And
when
he
’
s
got
none
of
that
spunky
wild
bit
of
a
man
in
him
,
you
say
he
’
s
got
no
balls
.
When
he
’
s
a
sort
of
tame
.
’
She
pondered
this
.
’
And
is
Clifford
tame
?
’
she
asked
.
’
Tame
,
and
nasty
with
it
:
like
most
such
fellows
,
when
you
come
up
against
’
em
.
’
’
And
do
you
think
you
’
re
not
tame
?
’
’
Maybe
not
quite
!
’
At
length
she
saw
in
the
distance
a
yellow
light
.
She
stood
still
.
’
There
is
a
light
!
’
she
said
.
