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“H’m—they are not bruised, these two.” No—Eric could not catch the boat-hook—and there was no boat for them to go after it in; so Johnny Blossom had to jump into the water again, catch the boat-hook, and swim to shore with it. Ugh! how sopping wet he was! “Oh no, Aunt Grenertsen. Six of them are not bruised at all, and these two only the least bit.”.
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Hopkinton, Mass., 1912 My! how he ran! He was in such a fright that he did not once glance back. My, oh, my! Here he was running along in his bare skin; while his clothes, wet as wet could be, were lying down there among all those elegant ladies! “But I haven’t any fine clothes,” said Madame Bakke. There was something so fascinating, so rhythmical in this operation, that Bob had difficulty in tearing his eyes away and concentrating on his work..
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