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Lucy looked at her father with an expression of surprise that vanished from her fine dramatic eyes in an instant. "No, I don't either; he's only a third mine. One third's yours and the other third's Maurice's." Tom Holt, the proud possessor of a watch, consulted it. "Ten twelve an' a half," he answered, holding the dial to the moon-light. "Sandtown'll be sound asleep. Come on, let's go down to the lake an' make a haul.".
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