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"That's Elgin Scraff and Tom Holt comin' to look fer us," cried Maurice. "But, Mary, there's a doctor at Bridgetown now and—" "No, nor can I get to hear of her," answered Miss Acton, whose voice trembled with tears and terror. "Wasn't she down on the wharves?".
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These and a few further words brought them to the gateway of Old Harbour House. They entered and found Miss Acton in the dining-room. "Direct, sir," answered Captain Weaver. O'Dule had cut a window in the cabin, installed an old stove, table and chairs, and succeeded in making the place home-like enough to suit his simple taste. To-night he stood by the stove, frying potatoes and humming an Irish song. On the table lay a loaf of bread and some butter in a saucer, while close beside it a coal oil lamp gave a smoky light to the room. In the center of the table reposed a huge blue-grey cat, its amber eyes on Harry and its forepaws curled contentedly beneath its furry breast. All about the room hung the skins of wild animals—deer, bear, lynx and coon. A pile of skins lay in one corner. This was O'Dule's bed. "No, tell me here.".
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