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Billy went down into his pocket and drew forth a furry object about the size of a pocket knife and held it under his chum's eyes. "Stay all night with Maurice," invited Mrs. Keeler. "You an' him kin pile right into bed now and I'll bring you both a bowl of hot bread and milk." "Not in the Harbour!" cried Miss Acton. "Good gracious, has she sunk, do you think?".
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