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“Oh, let them wait,” said Bob. “You can go next Sunday. We haven’t been out together for a long time. Come on, be a sport.” Once Jerry had started his tale, it flowed on without interruption. He seemed anxious to get it out. “Yes, that fire-screen will be just the thing.”.
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“I forgot to ask what this here thing you give me might be for.” “Lucky stiff!” he said pleasantly. “Beat me to it, didn’t you?” “What’s the row, Bob?” he wanted to know. "Yes, but am I to go in these dirty old clothes?" Her godmother touched her lightly with her wand, and in the same instant her dress was changed into one of gold and silver, covered with precious stones. She then gave her a pair of glass slippers, the prettiest in the world. When she was thus attired, she got into the coach; but her godmother told her, above all things, not to stay past midnight—warning her, that if she remained at the ball a minute longer, her coach would again become a pumpkin, her horses, mice, her footmen, lizards, and her clothes turn again into her old ones. She promised her godmother that she would not fail to leave the ball before midnight, and drove off, almost out of her mind with joy..
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