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“Maria, where is St. Elmo?” asked Mrs. Mifsud, as with flushed face she basted some fowls in the oven. “First they feed the cow a barrel of sugar, then they freeze her, after that milk her; and there you have your ice cream.” “Hold your grouch, Sour,” Harold expostulated..
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