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"But where's Bill? Ain't he agoin?" That night as he was undressing for bed Mrs. Wilson came softly up the stairs, a tumbler half filled with a smoky liquid in one hand, a black strap in the other. CHAPTER V A WILDERNESS MERCHANT.
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"Could you distinguish her if she's in the Harbour at this distance?" "The butcher does not charge at your rate, Mr Greyquill," said Mr Lawrence with a faint smile. "No, he ain't agoin'; and now, not another of your fool questions. Slick your hair down and go at once. Do you hear me?" Billy turned toward Anson's bed, from which, for the second time, he was sure had come a faint titter. "I was thinkin'," he said in answer to his mother's quick look, "that it wouldn't hurt Anse none to have a dose. He does grit his teeth somethin' awful when he's asleep.".
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