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Presently Billy Wilson emerged from the cottage, received his basket from Caleb, and trotted off toward the Keeler place. The man swore and said something to his companion. "Hey, hold up! Want to sell part of them ducks?" he asked. "Daddy," she cried, running over to kneel beside him. "It was selfish of me to leave you alone.".
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Wilson shook his head. "It's a new pipe," he ventured to say, "and," sniffing the bowl, "it ain't had nuthin' more deadly than dried mullen leaves in it so far. Ain't a great deal of harm in a boy smokin' mullen leaves, shorely, Mary." Wilson whistled softly. "You don't say!" he managed to articulate. "Why, Mary, it's a pipe!" "Yes," agreed Wilson, "I guess maybe he is. But, Deacon, I don't know what their game is; wish I did." She made no sign. He repeated her name as though startled by her immobility in which an element of tragedy might have been found in the singular, unwinking fixity of her stare upon her hands. He stepped to her side, and peered closely into her face and listened to hear if she breathed. Oh yes: she breathed, she was alive. But though he put his face so close to her's that she might have felt his breath upon her cheek, her form did not move by so much as might indicate the passage of a thrill, her eyes remained as steadfast in their gaze as though they were painted..
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