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Tonight, as Caleb sat outside on the bench waiting for the first evening customers to arrive, he reviewed the pleasant years of his life in this restful spot and was satisfied. Suddenly he sat erect. From the edge of a walnut grove on the far side of the road came a low warble, sweet as the song of a wild bird, but with a minor note of sadness in its lilting. "No." Mrs. Keeler shook her head with finality, "I can't trust you out o' my sight. You gotta set right there where you be." "And that was the reason for sailing which he gave you?" said Captain Acton..
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