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At supper time Billy's appetite had not returned. He did make something of a pretense at eating but it did not deceive the eyes of his watchful mother, who for reasons of her own restrained herself from making any reference to his mopishness. Maurice lost no time. "Where'll we go, Bill?" "Phew! teacher, some pull, that! Must'a been half an hour beatin' up from Levee.".
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"I suppose, sir," said Miss Acton to the[Pg 165] Admiral, "that there is no further news of the descent of the French." "Then you ain't took to that new teacher, Maurice?" Up in the roomy loft which he and his step-brother, Anson, shared together, he lit the lamp. Anson was sleeping and Billy wondered just what he would say when he woke up in the morning and found his pants gone. Their mother had demanded that a pair of pants be thrown down to her. Billy needed his own so he had thrown down Anson's. "Has she ripped up the mattress?".
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