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"But I told you you'd like find it some lonesome, Mary, you remember?" "Och, it's a brave lad ye are, Billy bye," Harry wheezed, "an' a brave liar, too. Go on wid yer nonsense, now." "Thanks. Now you mustn't tell me when it comes again—the light—I want to see if I can feel it. I hope—".
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