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“Bear up aft there!” Billy commanded; and “Ay, ay, sir,” came back in equally nautical language. “Betty dimples in an’ out, like Mar’s dough,” he remarked, joyously, “she’s shore gittin’ better.” “Never mind Mosey, Next Monday I’m goin’ to ask Mar to let me stay home and turn the nasty mouldy machine.”.
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He formed his resolution, and stepping to the door, knocked. He received no answer, whereupon he entered.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
"She lives at Uphill Cottage, and lay in of a very fine baby a fortnight yesterday, and has done very poorly since. You cannot tell me how she does?"
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WELL, what do you want to play?” Billy asked, after the hubbub had a little subsided. The kettle which had been boiling itself hoarse for the last hour, was now called into requisition. “Yes, yes; take us to the park, papa,” piped one half of the Siamese Twins. “When I see Moses was still wearin’ his best Sunday coat an’ pants an’ tearin’ along on that cayuse like John Gilping, I come all out in goose-flesh, Ebenezer, till you’d think the merkery had fell clean down to zero.”.
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