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Wilson shook his head. "It's a new pipe," he ventured to say, "and," sniffing the bowl, "it ain't had nuthin' more deadly than dried mullen leaves in it so far. Ain't a great deal of harm in a boy smokin' mullen leaves, shorely, Mary." Anson almost sobbed his relief. "I'll do it," he agreed. "What is it you want'a know, Bill?" "Well, I'd rather take a chance with a bear than a ghost, wouldn't you Bill?".
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