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BEN WEATHERSTAFF
standing on his feet with his head thrown back.
"Eh! lad," he almost whispered. "Eh! my lad!: And then remembering himself he suddenly touched his hat gardener fashion and said, "Yes, sir! Yes, sir!" and obediently disappeared as he descended the ladder.
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