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"It's jest a bad cold he's caught," Billy reassured her. "He's so hoarse he can't speak.",

Billy had thrown off his shooting-coat and was climbing out of the blind.,

Billy grew thoughtful. "I hadn't thought o' that," he said slowly. "It's pine, too, ain't it? It 'ud carve fine.",

"No, Anse, I promised Missus Keeler that me an' Maurice would keep fire under that preservin' kettle till she gits back from the store. I need the ten cents to buy fish hooks with, besides—'

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He patted the horse's thin neck. "Come, ol' feller, I'll stuff you with good oats fer once," he promised.,

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"How sits the wind?" enquired Captain Acton, who being used to his daughter's occasional absence took no particular interest in her failure that morning to attend the breakfast table.,

"You have stolen me from my home, sir," she exclaimed in a piteous, almost whining voice, "and I am without clothes except the dress that I am wearing, and they will soon be in rags, which will flutter if I begin to dance."