“Stop that there ‘Dead March of Saul,’ an’ go put on yer overalls,” ordered Mrs. Wopp, “what’s the idear of the gardenin’ tool, go git the littlest shovel to put inter the chimbly, an’ don’t let the grass grow under yer feet, neither.”
Metaspin ua, “What’s the harm? She’s on Mr. Potter’s land, and the road’s near.”
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Metaspin ua “Git in there, an’ no nonsense,” ordered Moses, who was chafing at the delay..
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