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"It would be convenient to me if you would fix a day for the first payment if you cannot pay the whole," said Mr Greyquill. A whip-poor-will lilted its low call from a hazel copse and Billy answered it. A feeling that he wanted to visit his wild things in the upland shanty and explain to them his seeming neglect of them during his time of stress took possession of him. So, although he knew supper would be ready and waiting at home, he branched off where the path forked and hurried forward toward the oak ridge. "Yep, cross my heart, an' spit on my thumb," grinned Billy..
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