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"Oh," said Mr Lawrence, waking up, "here is a packet left by Miss Acton for you for your feet." He handed him the sulphur. "You saw it?" Maurice, who could not think of questioning his chum's word, gasped in amazement. "What you want'a do, Croaker?" he asked, stroking the bird's neck feathers smooth..
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