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“Glory be! It’s pulled apart at the other end!” ejaculated the perspiring assistant. WELL, what do you want to play?” Billy asked, after the hubbub had a little subsided. “There ain’t a shadder of a doubt Moses takes arter his Par in the gift of the gab,” was Mrs. Wopp’s genial rejoinder..
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