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Wilson whistled softly. "You don't say!" he managed to articulate. "Why, Mary, it's a pipe!",Mr Lawrence walked on. He thought of old Greyquill when he passed the place where he had stopped to talk. He crossed the quaint old bridge duplicated in the river, which streamed with becalmed surface up here and mirrored with the precision of a looking-glass the hues and shapes of every bird that swept the glassy surface for an insect, and gaining a rich lane formed by seven or eight hundred years of growth, for a monastery had stood here and a knight had had his manor where now the land was without relic of stone or brick; but the vegetation left by these people flourished, and though not above half a mile in length that lane formed one of the most glorious, soothing, enfolding, impulse-creating walks in all that country-side which abounded in little paradisaical reaches of a like kind; I say Mr Lawrence crossed the bridge, and emerging from the lane struck the high-road, and presently gained his father's cottage.,Mrs. Wilson gazed sternly at Billy. "Willium, do you take Anson's tarts and pie?" she asked ominously.,"Findin' Scroggie's money an' will, you mean?","And you've found the condition too difficult; isn't that so?" he asked.,"All hunky. Now, I'll jest peel off these duds, an' get inter my own. Ma'll be gettin' uneasy.","Your father was telling me a few days ago," said Captain Acton, "of a narrow escape of yours, sir.",Oh, you'd better be up, and away, lad.,"Well, I'm goin' to do it." Anson sat up in bed and peered onto the floor.,"Where are you from?","'That's just where I don't want it left,' he says. 'I want it kept safe. I'll take a chance on dying suddenly.' And by George! the old fellow got up and shambled out, leaving a twenty-dollar gold piece on the table.",Shipley was a small, wizened man with scant beard and hair. He wheezed a "Hello, Sonny" at Billy, while he packed the tobacco home in his short, black pipe with a claw-like finger..