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Old Greyquill, trudging on busy in thought with Mr Lawrence's debt, was moved by some idea of the man to look behind him. Mr Lawrence had disappeared. Quite discernible from where Greyquill stood was the sheet of paper Lawrence had let fall. Old Greyquill stopped, peered, reflected that it might be a letter that he himself had unconsciously been toying with and had dropped, or that in some other way had let fall from his pocket. He retraced the few steps that lay between and picked it up, and proceeded with it in one hand, whilst with the other he fumbled for his spectacle-case. He unpropped the root-house door and threw it open. Maurice hesitated on the threshold, peering into the darkness. "Brought ut? Where is ut, thin?" Harry sat up straight, his little eyes flashing in fright..
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"But you were never at sea. You'll be sick in your hammock, and I shall be wanting some one to wait upon me." "She'll come," said Billy, and went out, closing the door softly behind him. He picked up his hat and bounded outside. He found Croaker seated on the chicken yard fence, gravely surveying his ancient and mortal enemy, the old game cock, and whispering guttural insults that fairly made the rooster bristle with anger. "The wind's gone down," said the boy. "Jest a fair sailin' breeze now.".
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