Christine heard the words, but was completely puzzled. The train moved, at first almost imperceptibly. The handkerchiefs showed extreme agitation. Then a raucous song floated from the train:
"John Brown's baby's got a pimple on his—
shoooo
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John Brown's baby's got a pimple on his—
shoooo
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John Brown's baby's got a pimple on his—
shoooo
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