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“Won’t you sing something else, Mrs. Wopp.” Nell was growing uncomfortable under Betty’s reference to the unburnished state of her cloud. “Here Mosey,” said Betty, “is a tin crown. You can fasten it on with this wire. See?” “How much will you pay fer them fer my missionary box?” bargained the child. “Will four shinin’ new quarters do?”.
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"Yes,—in her own estimation," says the duchess, somewhat severely, whose crowning horror is a frisky matron, to which title little Mrs. Lennox may safely lay claim.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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"You ask me no questions about last night," he says, suddenly; "and there is something I must say to you. Get rid of that fellow Ridgway, the under-gardener. It was he opened the library window for me. He is untrustworthy, and too fond of filthy lucre ever to come to good. I bribed him."
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“He went up to Tom—he was still crouching against the house—” “Come here Betty, till I clean yer face. Where is that boy Moses? I know he had a hand in this. Drat him anyhow,” said the incensed Mrs. Wopp. “To-morrer’ll see my revenge,” growled Moses, now thoroughly roused to action under the protection of his own roof. “Yes, you shall be our dear little girl.” Mrs. Bennett took the forlorn child in her motherly arms and kissed her. “You’re tired and hungry, too, aren’t you?”.
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