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30770	Berryman, John	The Right Time			.txt	text/plain	12232	1270	98	"Don't let the old goat rattle you, Pheola," I said as we rode the prophecy, and the gift of healin'," Pheola said, squinting at him. "Drag her out, Lefty," Maragon said wearily, with a limp wave of his "Come on, Pheola," I said, taking her arm with my right hand. "And I know this is the time to break them, Norty," I said. "Lefty!" Pheola said happily. Pheola had said about Maragon's having a heart attack. "For a couple who are going to get married," I said, grinning at her, "You said Maragon was going to have a heart attack," I reminded her as "I _was_ right, wasn't I?" she said, beginning to feel good and bad at want to be right, and now I know I'm just what he said, a fake!" "But I thought you said she's only right now and then," Maragon	./cache/30770.txt	./txt/30770.txt