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Then it was that Croaker, gripping the glasses in one black claw, burst into a cry of joyful recognition. Maurice puckered up his lips and gave an answering call. It was returned almost immediately. A moment later two more boys came into the moonlight. "How," he exclaimed, "I am always being disappointed! If you turn off at the bridge I shall not be allowed more than ten minutes' talk with you.".
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