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Nothing was further from Mr. Feathersmith’s mind than dealings with streamlined,
mid-twentieth-century witches or dickerings with the Devil. But something had to be done.
The world was fast going to the bowwows, and he suffered from an overwhelming nostalgia
for the days of his youth. His thoughts contantly turned to Cliffordsville and the good
old days when men were men and God was in His heaven and all was right with the world.
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