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"He shall wait upon you at the stroke, sir." He set the jug down, and from his bosom drew forth a tin whistle. For a minute or two he played softly, his eyes on Caleb's. Then, gradually, his eyes closed and a rapt expression settled upon his grimy face as he led his listener down strange by-paths of fancy. Maurice sat down weakly on a block and wiped his face on his sleeve..
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"Then I do not understand you," said Captain Acton. Above him bent a face with tender blue eyes and red, half-smiling lips beneath a crowning glory as golden as frost-pinched maple leaf. And she would be at school in the morning! It was while pondering on how he might contrive to wear his Sunday clothes on the morrow that Billy fell asleep to dream that he was old man Scroggie's ghost and that he was sitting in the centre of Lake Erie with the big hardwoods bush on his knees, waiting for her to come that he might present it all to her. "But I'm not hungry, Mr. Spencer," said Billy quickly. "I thank you, Miss," said he, with an incredulous smile. "Was you going on board?".
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