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Anson turned on him. "You mean sneak!" he gasped, "you've been wearin' my Sunday clothes 'stead of your own, an' I didn't know it." With kindly pressure he obliged the old seaman to resume his seat, and then turned with something of fierceness upon old Greyquill. "Why, yes," Frank answered, somewhat puzzled. "He lived next farm to me." "Anse!" she snorted. "Who's talkin' about Anse? It's Croaker I mean. Look here what that darlin' crow brought me jest a few minutes ago.".