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Tuesday, November 16, 2004
The Lord's Mark
Mark Twain, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, chapter 30:
The Welshman said Huck had good spots in him, and the widow said: "You can depend on it. That's the Lord’s mark. He don't leave it off. He never does. Puts it somewhere on every creature that comes from his hands."