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The deacon, a florid, full-whiskered man of about sixty, glowered about him. No one present thought of disputing his assertion. The deacon was a power in the community. "Mrs. Keeler's," his daughter answered. "Billy Wilson left the order." "You have not lost it, Mr Greyquill.".
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