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CHAPTER VIII WHERE IS LUCY? Billy found himself, face down, on the wet moss. Maurice was tugging at his arm. The stricken tree had burst into flame, beneath the ghostly light of which path, creek and pine-grove stood out clear-limned as a cameo against a velvet background. Billy noted this as he sat dazedly up. He and Maurice were alone; old Harry had vanished. "Has Mr Eagle been talking to you about the subject of our conversation this morning?" said Mr Lawrence..
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Mr John Eagle made no answer. He patted the horse's thin neck. "Come, ol' feller, I'll stuff you with good oats fer once," he promised. "What's the matter, don't you want him?" asked his mother. "I thought maybe you'd like to have him, seein's you're such cronies an' there must be some good in him in spite of his looks. I could have them partridges that Joe Scraff sent over roasted with bacon strips across 'em, an' baked potatoes, an' maybe I might boil an apple dumplin'." "What was the story, sir?" asked Lucy..
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