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"Me singing!" quavered old John, with a voice of amazement. "Why, I ha'nt sung this twenty year past." Maurice's white face slowly expanded in a grin. He glanced in the direction of his mother, then held out his hand to the crow with a lowspoken, "Come Croaker, ol' feller." "Billy!" he cried, "why didn't you shoot?".
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