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"But I ain't wantin' to fight," Billy returned gently. "Then," said Billy sorrowfully, turning toward the door, "I guess there's only one thing fer me to do." "Glory be! It's find ye alone I do," he spoke in rich Irish brogue. "It's trill ye a chune I did from the copse, yonder, so's to soften the hard heart of ye, Caleb. It's dhry I am as a last-year's chip, an' me little jug do be pinin' fer a refillin'.".
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