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“Oh, Lord, she’s orl I got,” he wailed. He hinted that there would be no more light in him, than in Job’s blind eye, should Betty be lost to him. All this time Mr. Wopp had carried and brushed and shaken stove-pipe lengths until his face and bald head resembled a latticework trellis. Only one length remained to be operated on before proceeding to the upper storey, where the stove-pipe continued its tortuous way to the chimney, warming sundry rooms on its beneficent course. “Why, I wonder? She used to watch us at it and laugh.”.
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Some of the voices were cracked and others badly out of tune. Moses Wopp’s voice, loudest of all, sounded like a foghorn and the windows fairly rattled in their frames. Nell motioned him to her desk. She thought by occupying his attention elsewhere the music lesson might proceed with more melody and less noise. Moses had developed his stentorian tones at home, by the lusty singing of Hallelujah hymns under the strict supervision of his mother. “I’ve watched, and called to him from the inside; but he only stands and mews. Did you ever see him climb up and open the screen?” [89]“Mother, do come and look at the procession,” Edith called cautiously from the trellises, where she was slyly watching. “You are one simp,” he comforted, at the same time putting his own overcoat about the shivering boy..
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