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"Oh, Acton," exclaimed the Admiral, "nothing that you can say could approach what I feel, could express what I suffer." Mrs. Wilson pushed back her chair and arose from the table. "Now, then, Willium, you get along out. I've got a whole lot to do afore supper-time, and I guess maybe you best run across and ask Mrs. Keeler to come over and help me. You kin go 'round and give the invites to your friends." Captain Acton expanded his chest, and a look of haughtiness entered his face..
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