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"Och! Billy O'Shune can't ye whistle t' me, "Yes sir. They said 'bout half-past ten." "It also belongs to your dear, gentle son," she grated, "leastwise I found it in one of his pants pockets.".
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And now as Billy carried him towards the root-house he recited the various adventures which had been his since they had parted, recited them, it is true, in hoarse unintelligible crow-language, but which Billy was careful to indicate he understood right well. Billy set the pails down on the block outside the milk-house and rubbed his cheek against Croaker, who had just alighted on his shoulder. "Are you goin' to show me where you found the gold-pieces, Croaker?" he asked, stroking the ruffled plumage smooth. "We will now have—" resumed the teacher, then paused to glare angrily at the stove. From every crack in its rusty sides was pouring forth a whitish-yellow smoke that gripped the throat and smelled like a breath from the very pit of darkness. Mr. Johnston attempted to proceed and failed dismally. He was choking, as was every boy and girl in the room. "And you mean to tell me that she hatches the egg laid by the mean, bad black bird, Billy?".
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