"Oh, my dear, dear Lucy," he cried, "little can you conceive how the man who carried[Pg 362] you off has made your aunt and me, and his father, suffer!",
He bade her good-morning with profound respect. Her dog barked in his face, and she silenced it by lifting it under her arm.,
"Then you best tell me where you're gettin' the whisky," said Billy..
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