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Scroggie nodded. "Drowned through an air-hole in the lake. Say, Billy, do you skate?" The deacon stood perplexedly scratching his head. Then he started forward on a run to tell those who had planned with him a little surprise gift for the fishermen of the perfidy of human nature. 10 pounds granulated sugar..
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