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He smote his thigh hard with the palm of his hand. The noise was like the report[Pg 221] of a pistol. He was wont to strike himself thus in the days of his command when angered, or when he expressed a purpose, which he intended to fulfil though it meant life or death. "Certainly; it's young Billy Wilson. You know—the lad who is always roaming the woods." "Harry O'Dule," she gasped, as he swung the gate wide, "is it re'lly you?".
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