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"Cause I'm goin' down an' find him. I'll beg you off this time, Anse, if you'll do as I say." "W.W." he read, and frowned. "By ding! That's that Billy Wilson. Now let's see, 'A.S.' I wonder who them initials stand fer?" With a shake of his grizzled mop he entered the store. "Oh gollies!" gasped Anson. "What's he huntin' copperheads fer, Bill?".
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"What proof have they given you that they were mad?" The great dog rose and came slowly across to him. "Good boy!" Billy slapped him roughly on the shoulder, and he whined. "I have heard Mr Lawrence highly spoken of. When I was last in London I met Pettigrew of the Circe, and he was telling me of a cutting-out affair in which your son was engaged in the West Indies—Antigua, I think. Nothing could have been more gallant than his conduct." Mrs. Wilson was outside, by this time, and tying on her sun-bonnet. Maurice held back. She grasped his arm and hustled him down the walk..
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