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“Hold your grouch, Sour,” Harold expostulated. The child reared without pets was delighted with the animal life about her; the cats, old Bouncer, the white chickens, and pigeons cooing in the loft. “What’ll I sing Betty?”.
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When the house was reached, Eliza Wopp was standing, an effective barricade, at the door, waving her large hands in a gesture indicative of dismay. Moses stoically told his tale of assault. “Never mind yer notes, Ebenezer, jist you sarve the pork.” “And Bouncer’s here,” May Nell added, hugging the dog affectionately. “She’ll be orful mad,” prophecied Moses..
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