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"I'd call it bein' kind to dumb animals," spoke up Wilson, his eyes meeting the angry ones of his wife. "Yep. They're in a can in my pocket. Did Croaker come back?" he inquired, as the two made their way down the path. "I should think so indeed, poor men!" exclaimed Miss Acton..
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