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"Yes, sir, I do," was the answer, swiftly delivered, as is the characteristic of conviction. Anson's face reddened. "You needn't get funny!" he cried, angrily. "Any feller's liable to black an eye runnin' agin a tree, in the dark." "What steps?" asked his sister. "What steps have not been taken that remain to be taken?".
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