He led the way to the house, Maurice following meekly with the market-basket, eyes running tears and throat burning.,
"There, he's coming now, Billy," she whispered, as the lawyer's tall form swung about the curve in the road. "No, don't go yet; perhaps he will have something more to tell us.",
"It's one of the gold pieces your uncle hid away. Come on, now we'll see that Croaker throw a fit.".
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