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"But I told you you'd like find it some lonesome, Mary, you remember?" He raised his face at sound of the boy's step. "Ho, Billy!" he called cheerfully. "Is it you?" "Why?" said Wilson..
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"Look!" he whispered. "Look! There's a light in the ha'nted house." Certainly what he wrote about did not refer to the letter he had received on his arrival at "The Swan." This may be assumed, as he never referred to that letter which lay in his pocket. He wrote leisurely and with absorption, never heeding the noise next door, and when he was done he carefully read through what he had written, and with his handsome face stern with the quality of resolution and the temper which enters into great or violent undertakings as their impulse or seminal principle, he pocketed the letter, and left the room by another door. Billy waited for no more. He was up and away like a shot. Mrs. Wilson, clutching her gold piece in one hand and brushing back her deranged hair with the other, went back into the house. They grasped hands..
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