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"Me—Thomas Hanlin," was the answer, and a sailor made two or three steps and stood close to Old Jim. "Yis, yis, Billy. But hivins! ut's little did I think that cat-paw av a charm had such power," groaned the wretched Irishman. "Ut's yourself said ut would let you handle reptiles widout bein' bit. Thin fer the love ov hivin pluck yon serpent from beneath the stove an' hurl ut outside into the blackness where ut belongs." "Early next month, I believe, ma'am.".
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