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"Oh please don't do that," begged Maurice. "I'm jest a little weak, that's all. You leave me here an' send Anse back to stay with me. I do so want to go over in the woods fer a little while, Missus Wilson." Wilson sighed and sank into a chair. Hope stirred in Anson's fear ridden soul—hope which Billy remorselessly killed with his next words..
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