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Mr John Eagle made no answer. "Findin' Scroggie's money an' will, you mean?" Billy led him outside and turned the light of the lantern full on his face. "Harry," he said, sternly, "where are you gettin' all this whisky?".
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Billy whistled. "Gosh! you're gettin' kind all at once, Anse," he exclaimed. It was a charming spring morning, warm as June and brilliant as a diamond. The sea was white with the light of the sun, and the radiance of the water clarified the sky into a tender azure, along which floated a number of little mother-of-pearl clouds brushed by a breeze which kept sea and land in motion with a feathering of ripples and the dance of shadows. Scroggie nodded. "Drowned through an air-hole in the lake. Say, Billy, do you skate?" Billy's frown vanished. "Fine, Harry, fine," he commended, "an' I'll go down to the store with you. Come up to the house, now, and I'll manage to sneak you out some supper.".
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