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"You mean your horse, Jim," corrected Billy. He felt in his vest pocket and fished out a ten dollar note, which he handed to Billy. "Maddoc and a party of other men were cruisin' in a yacht. They docked here last night," he explained. "Left at sunup for Cleveland." "And what is that conviction, madam?" asked Sir William, from whose jolly round face fatigue had robbed much of its warm colour..
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