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They unbound the boy and pulled him off the horse. They went rapidly through his pockets and relieved him of everything they could find—his watch, small change, and the jackknife he always carried. Then, before he had a moment to limber up his cramped muscles, he was dumped unceremoniously into the hut and the door was pulled to. “Do you think—” began the other boy. “I hadn’t supposed great strength was necessary to pick a few apples.”.
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