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Maurice looked frightened. "I wasn't pokin' fun at the charm, Bill, cross my heart, I wasn't," he said earnestly. Billy was standing up now, his perplexed face turned questioningly on his chums. He walked to a bed of flowers at which an under-gardener was at work, and said to the man: "Have you good eyes?".
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