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Billy breathed deep. How he loved this opulent valley which was his birthplace and home! He longed to see all the world, yet he thought no other place could be as beautiful. The little girl forgot herself in watching them, till Billy came in, smart and almost handsome in his best suit. “I can walk,” she said, struggling to be put down..
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