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He paused abruptly, and the boy felt the hand on his shoulder tremble. Billy gazed at him wonderingly. "How did you know I was thinkin' of him?" he asked. She bent and gave the dogs a farewell pat; then moved like the spirit of the moonlight to the house. "Good night," she called softly from the doorway..
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