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"Oh, aunt, whilst I think of it," cried Lucy, "poor Mr Eagle, the mate of the Minorca, is suffering badly from rheumatism in his ankles. He can hardly stand. I told him that I would ask you to send him something to ease him." "I see it," returned Billy. "I guess I ain't scared of no snakes in these parts." "Why, maybe you're right," agreed Mrs. Keeler, "an' I do declare! I've got some hoarhound right here in this basket. Ain't it lucky I sent fer it?".
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either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
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"He'll never find the Scroggie will," he would speak again. "He'll always be poor." "I didn't see she 'ad, your honour." "Well?" she said ominously, "I s'pose you think you've played a smart trick, you young limb!" Billy watched the old man move down the path, the wild strains of the Irish tune he was playing falling on his ears long after the player had been swallowed up in the golden haze. Then he too passed on, bay Thomas walking sedately behind. As he rounded a bend he met Maurice Keeler and Jim Scroggie, heads close together and speaking animatedly..
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