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"Boys," cried Billy in awed tones. "It's gone!","Then I'll be tellin' ye where I do be gettin' the whisky, Billy; where else but in the ha'nted house.","She didn't know you to be the man that gave her the letter that brought her here?","It's my own collar an' tie," Anson declared, "Bill give it to me.","Yes," he answered. "I told him that same day. Told him that you said you could never be more to him than what you now are. Why do you ask, Erie?",Mr Lawrence having meditated awhile, rose from his chest, unclasped his arms, and whistling softly the familiar air of "Wapping Old Stairs," quitted his naked, forlorn, inhospitable berth.,"And what else?",Billy felt his cheeks turn hot. "I might," he returned, "an' ag'in, I mightn't.",Erie flashed their visitor a look of gratitude. "It is good of you to come to him," she said. "He always looks forward to your visits, and grows quite fretful if you are late." She smiled and patted the father's hand. "The east wind's bad for the cough but tomorrow you'll be as good as ever, won't you, Daddy?",Billy braced himself. At the same time he caught a glimpse of Anson's leering face and inwardly vowed that that young man should have plenty of reason to regret that leer.,He waited for an hour but Anson did not come. How was he to know that Billy had undergone a change of heart? Had he not caught the cold glint in Billy's eyes, when he had sneered at him in the class? Previous experiences had taught him caution. He had watched his brother go out behind the wood-pile and had promptly made tracks in the opposite direction.,He came out of his abstraction with a start and glanced at her, almost guiltily. "Yes, Chick.".