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His companions crept forward and peered through the trees. Sure enough from the one unglazed window of the old building came the twinkle of a light, which bobbed about in weird, uncertain fashion. Billy whistled. "But fifty sticks, Maurice! It's almost more'n she'll need, don't you think?" "Ay, your honour," answered the fellow with a grin decidedly above a clown's intelligence..
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