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Anson, still sniffling, finished his undressing. Billy nursed his knee in his hands and watched him. "'Course," he remarked, at length, "you'll be for tellin' Ma soon's she calms down a bit an' is ready to listen, but Anse I wouldn't do it if I was you." Billy glanced at his mother. Caleb's face grew stern. "I told you, Harry O'Dule, that I'd give you no more liquor," he replied..
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