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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." "On a golden, Indian summer day like this," she finished and closed her eyes as his arms went about her. "What a very quick voyage you have made this time, Captain Weaver!" called out Lucy..
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