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The Iron Puddler

CHAPTER XXXIV
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And like cooties, they attached themselves to us closer than a brother and yet they were no brothers of ours.

The social investigators nibbled away at the men and kept them restless in their hours of ease.

They sat at our boarding table and complained of the food.

Corned beef and cabbage was one of our regular dishes.

Mr.
Investigator turned up his nose and said: "I never touch corned beef.


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