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"I can't, ma'am, it's locked," and in proof of his assurance, Pledge turned the handle and shook the door. "If that's so, Dad has no right to that woods," said Jim. Now, a boy may make up his mind to die a hero, but no boy cares to be ushered out by gibes and "I-told-you-so's." Billy promptly adopted new tactics. "This ain't my suit, Ma," he said..
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