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And the shouts that greeted this fiat shook the old barn and made the hens in the hay cackle with fright. “Is theh faywies wound heah, Betty? Can they see us?” inquired the little boy in awe-struck tones. As that energetic lady bustled about the kitchen the same evening setting the bread, her voice rose in a series of trills and other embellishments as she sang “Where is my wanderin’ boy to-night?”.
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"I mean no such thing," retorted Etwald, opening the door. "All true comedies end in the meeting of lovers."I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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"Well, this is luck!" he began, but paused, seeing the girls. "I'm in for a bit of lunch before the matinee, and I can only say 'howdy.' Going to take in the miracle play at the Globe,—finest thing in town, they say. See you later, perhaps," and he bowed to them all, vaguely including the three girls in his kindly glance.
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Watchful Mrs. Bennett was not far away. She stopped the boy’s noise, and cuddled the bereft one once more. “What is it, child? You are to be brave, you know.” In the midst of these reflections, the trombone player of the orchestra came to him. The child obeyed, but her fingers trembled; and Bouncer whined and licked her hand. “Flash and Tom wouldn’t touch meat left on the table alone with them for a day,” Edith said as she replenished the plate, shook and folded away the paper, and called her cats..
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