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"She didn't look as if she remembered me, your honour, and she said nothing about it." "I take it it's machinery an' stuff for a saw-mill," answered Billy moodily. "Is it?" Croaker, mincing in and out among the rag-weeds, led straight across the yard to a tiny ramshackle building which at one time might have been a root-house. Billy, feeling that at any moment an icy hand might reach out and grip his windpipe, followed. It was a terrible risk he was running but the prize was worth it. His feet seemed weighted with lead. At last he reached the root-house and leaned against it, dizzy and panting. Then he looked about for Croaker. The crow had vanished!.
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