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Chapter 17 No.17
The Clients of Aaron Green.
"And so there were no lawyers in Wolfville?" I said. The Old Cattleman filled his everlasting pipe, lighted it, and puffed experimentally. There was a handful of wordless moments devoted to pipe. Then, as one satisfied of a smoky success, he turned attention to me and my remark.
"Lawyers in Wolfville?" he repeated.
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