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"Billy!" she whispered, almost forgetting caution in her anxiety. "What is it?" "Yes." Billy was silent. Should he tell the truth and say that he had carved Ann's initials on the bench and those of Walter Watland beneath them at that young lady's pleading request? No!.
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