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"Well, I do—an' I don't. He's my half-brother an' a sneak if ever there was one. He lied about you to me—so's I'd fight you." Hinter held out his hand. "Well, good night, Miss Erie," he said. "I'll be up again soon, with some books for you." "Gosh! ain't he a terror?" Maurice exclaimed. "Say, why don't you put him in the menagerie?".
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