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Her head went down to hide against his arm. "Ha!" exclaimed Captain Acton, looking fondly at his child, "I don't doubt it is in you. But you have suffered it to rest as an unsuspected quality." "Mrs. Keeler's," his daughter answered. "Billy Wilson left the order.".
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