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Mother hugged him to her and kissed him. “But that was a horrible present, John,” she said, pointing to the whistle. “I must go right away. Come and help me. I have no time to lose. I have not seen the ocean for twelve years. I must go right away. Oh, to think that the good God has remembered me, poor old body that I am!” “If you want to play ball with us in the afternoons, you may,” said Otto..
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