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For more reasons than one, Fergus judged it prudent to tell not even auntie Jean of his intention; but, waiting until the house was quiet, stole softly from his room and repaired to the kitchen-at the other end of the long straggling house, where he sat down, and taking his book, an annual of the beginning of the century, began to read the story of