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"So I come on an' I guess Mr. Maddoc had a whole lot of questions to ask fer he ain't come yet." "Eh? What's that?" Mr. Johnston fairly recoiled in surprise and indignation at the affront to his dignity. "Silence! boys and girls," he shouted, as a titter ran through the schoolroom. "Oh!" she cried and hid her face on her arms..
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