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"What on earth but some news of my daughter can bring Greyquill here at this hour?" said Captain Acton. "Gee whitticker!" exclaimed Billy. "I wish now I hadn't promised you I'd come in. All right, lead on. Let's get the funeral over with." Billy tried further inducements. "I'll give you my new red tie an' celluloid collar," he offered..
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