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The crow lifted the other foot and with much fluttering and complaining managed to get all the way around. CHAPTER VIII WHERE IS LUCY? But nobody mistrusted Caleb, Frank Stanhope least of all; and so, for the time being, the incident of the legal document was forgotten..
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