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Yet they had already stopped, turned, and driven quickly to the house, hurried by the frenzy in the boy’s tones. “Giving music lessons isn’t work. I’d love to do that.” “One of the brothers, hurt.”.
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Edith worked very hard. She called her operetta “The Triumph of Flora.” The words were her own, written hurriedly and set to familiar though classic airs. Yet many of the daintiest, most tripping melodies she wrote herself. The sorrows of humanity had winged her brain and dipped her pen in harmonies, that she might assuage them.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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“The child may eclipse you in refining Billy’s language,” Mrs. Bennett said, with a smile, aside to Edith; and went into the kitchen to “dish up” the dinner.
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Mrs. Bennett wished May Nell to be in the open air as much as possible; and this meant a new experience for Billy, which he accepted with tolerable grace. As the party, now restored to composure, left the garden, Mrs. Mifsud remarked with her usual aptness, “I occasionally experience premonitions, Mrs. Wopp, that St. Elmo will some day attain celebrity as a clairvoyant.” Fight gleamed in the big man’s eye, and for the breath of an instant he hesitated. Friction and mustard, hot water bags without and hot tea within soon set Billy’s teeth at rest..
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