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Mr.
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Jones,
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of
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the
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Manor
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Farm,
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had
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locked
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the
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hen-houses
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for
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the
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night,
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but
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was
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too
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drunk
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to
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remember
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to
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shut
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the
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pop-holes.
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With
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the
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ring
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of
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light
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from
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his
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lantern
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dancing
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from
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side
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to
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side,
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he
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lurched
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across
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the
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yard,
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kicked
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off
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his
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boots
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at
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the
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back
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door,
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drew
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himself
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a
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last
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glass
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of
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beer
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from
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the
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barrel
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in
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the
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scullery,
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and
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made
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his
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way
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up
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to
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bed,
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where
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Mrs.
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Jones
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was
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already
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snorring.
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As
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soon
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as
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the
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light
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in
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the
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bedroom
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went
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out
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there
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was
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a
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stirring
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and
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a
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fluttering
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all
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through
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the
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farm
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buildings.
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had
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gone
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