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"That ain't my fault!" bawled the man at the receding figure. At any rate, her voice had lost much of its harshness as she asked: "But what about the wild animal that broke into the school an' tore the teacher's clothes fair off his back an' chased him up the road? That's the thing that scared him so he quit the school ferever. Now, Willium, what did you have to do with that?" "No," answered Billy, promptly, "not even Teacher Stanhope.".
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