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"Canin'? Me? Whatfer?" Billy stared at his mother in amazement. "Jest what has Anse ever did fer you, Ma?" he asked wonderingly. "It would be convenient to me if you would fix a day for the first payment if you cannot pay the whole," said Mr Greyquill..
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