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"Gosh! you ain't got no nerve a'tall, Maurice! It's only a milk-snake. I picked it up on my way home from the store. I'm goin' to put it in the menagerie.","A little.","Well sir, you jest rest easy an' I'll get your horse myself.","Now, maybe the next time you boat-thieves find a punt you'll think twice afore you take it," shouted Billy.,"It is not three hundred pounds, sir," answered Mr Lawrence, with the countenance of a man who is resolved in his intention, but desires to speak with prudence and good humour.,Billy frowned. "I know that Spencer won't give you any more whisky," he said, "an' I know the deacon won't give you any more cider. I know that you've gettin' liquor some place—an' without payin' fer it. Now you kin tell me where, er you kin stay in that shanty an' see snakes an' things all night.","Cause he's up to some game, an' I know it.","Yes," answered the other, without hesitation. "There is something; there are dogs and children.","Have a good time last night?" he asked.,Scarcely had the old gentleman pronounced these words when a footman, throwing open the door, exclaimed: "Mr Greyquill presents his humble respects to Captain Acton, and desires leave to speak with him.",Billy was silent. Should he tell the truth and say that he had carved Ann's initials on the bench and those of Walter Watland beneath them at that young lady's pleading request? No!,Billy's heart jumped with joy. He wanted to hug his mother, but restrained the desire and sat gazing pensively at his plate..