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"I'm growin' fifteen," said Billy gravely. "Me an' Ann's been goin' together fer quite a long spell." "And how did she seem," said Captain Weaver, "when she got into the boat?" 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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