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Billy frowned. "Who?" They climbed the fence and crossed the road to the lane-gate. Lawyer Maddoc and Doctor Cavinalt had gone back to Cleveland, promising to return every fall so long as their welcome held out and Billy was there to guide them about and save their lives, if necessary..
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