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AT this moment the conversation was interrupted by Mr. Wilbur, who entered in a great flutter.
"I should like to know who's been a-meddling with that ere team of mine? " said he, in an aggrieved tone of voice. "There's my horse a-standing hitched by the mill door with the traces just hacked right off, and the wagon ain't nowhere to be seen. I'd like to know who's been a-meddling with my team, that's all."