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St. Elmo cast about in his mind for some plausible explanation of his recent panic. It would never do to inform the world that he had been afraid of a mere turkey. Picking up a second paper at random, “This is a composition on Alfred the Great,” he explained. It was Saturday afternoon on a busy street in the city. Moses Wopp and Clarence Crump, at whose home the former was spending the week end, were on their way to the skating-rink. If they had wanted to skate there, the streets would have accommodated them with a sufficiently smooth surface, as an early frost had rimed the pavement..
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“Gee whiz!” ejaculated Bob. “This is worse than anything I’ve tackled before—ever!”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
“Is there any one who wishes to land?” he shouted up toward the deck, in as manly a tone as he could assume.
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The boy went into the street again, mounted[208] and rode rapidly round the corner. His own home was across the way; his mother might see him at the office and call him. But once out of sight he stopped to consider what came next. Who was the right man to tell after the Doctor? The Sheriff! At this moment a wild whoop was heard, and through the open door Moses could be seen dashing out of the corral gate on his cow-pony. “Aw Mosey,” cried Betty, “give it to him in two pieces an’ make him twict as happy.” “But s’pose you change yer name, Miss Gordon,” whispered Betty slyly. “Then nobody’d know ’twas you.”.
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