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Mrs. Wopp drew the green curtains together and turned to the smallest girl in the class. The Sheriff was a small man with fair, curly hair like a girl’s; but there was that in his eye that reinforced his pistol, made the big fellow quail, the other mutter a low warning. The two lifted the chest by its strong handles and stepped out. “Well, well, you don’t say!”.
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"Rain," said Jen, drawing back, "All the better; there will be no spies about, and you can take Miss Dallas home without being observed."I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
"Nor I," said Maurice, stretching out his hand. "Please let me read the note. Uncle Jen. I wish to see precisely how it is worded."
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“Naw Nosey,” he retorted, “there ain’t no bun to break in two, the dorg is outside the bun already.” “Naw,” answered the boy, “What’d Mar say? she’d put a tin ear on me.” He laughed coarsely. “George Smith’s kid, all right. You’ve got the same high way with you.” The sun rose over the hills and his presence could be ignored no longer. As the Wopp family were driving silently home in the chilly morning, Moses, growing reminiscent, remarked with a yawn:.
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