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"Hush," cautioned Billy. "Ma's downstairs wide awake and she's awful cross. What you been doin' to rile her, Anse?",

A minute or two later Paul came out, shutting the door after him.,

"Here!" said he.,

"You tell me, Billy," he said huskily—"tell me if the light shines as brightly as when we watched it together."

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Billy nodded. "You see, Anse, I knowed that sooner or later you was bound to tell Ma, so I played safe, that's all.",

"Well, he wasn't givin' no signs that you did," Sward returned, "he seemed to me to be tryin' his best to keep from laughin' in your face.",

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