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Chapter 16 IN WHICH THE MINISTER BOARDS THE SAN JOSE
"Hey, Mr. Ellery!"
It was Captain Zeb Mayo who was calling. The captain sat in his antique chaise, drawn by the antique white horse, and was hailing the parsonage through a speaking trumpet formed by holding both his big hands before his mouth. The reins he had tucked between the edge of the dashboard and the whip socket. If he had thrown them o
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