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Below his window sounded a whippoorwill's call. From the opposite side of the room came the long, regular snores of Anson. Billy sat up in bed and started to remove the tacks from the window screen. Mrs. Keeler looked at her sagely. "Erie would never marry any man like Hinter," she asserted. Billy scratched his head reflectively. "Not much, any more," he said. "Course I like duck-shootin', an' do quite a lot of it in the fall.".
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The voice of Lucy within cried out: "Is anybody there?" "He says, if you don't mind, to come about ten or 'leven o'clock," said Billy. "Cause he's up to some game, an' I know it." "'And the message,' he says, 'this is ut: "Off Gibson's Grove at tin o'clock,"' says he.".
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