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He paused to survey the rows of uplifted faces and let his words sink home. Then lifting a long hickory pointer from his desk, and holding it much as a conjuror might hold his wand, he gripped the edge of the desk with one bony hand and leaning forward, said: Anson almost sobbed his relief. "I'll do it," he agreed. "What is it you want'a know, Bill?" Here he sighed so loudly that she could not fail to hear him, and looked at her a little while with a somewhat tipsy steadfastness..
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