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He laughed coarsely. “George Smith’s kid, all right. You’ve got the same high way with you.” To the melody of the shining bells, Betty dropped off to sleep. Mrs. Wopp, after ascertaining that the little boy had received no bodily injury, stood mopping her heated face with the half-mended sock. She ceased operations to survey Betty more carefully..
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They crowded to the big window, and saw, through the wet flicker of tiny sprouting leaves, a wind-swept sky with racing clouds and brilliant stars blazing in the dark, serene spaces between the hurrying masses of billowy vapor.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
"Very good," said Jen to himself. "That matter is settled, and Etwald--confound him!--will obtain his desire. I wonder what he wants to see us all about."
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“Billy, my little, little boy!” She lifted the tousled head and pressed her cheek close against his. Mrs. Wopp repeated the words, slowly rolling them on her tongue as though to extract every ounce possible of scriptural nutriment, “So they took up Joner and carst him forth inter the sea.” “Golly! Wish’t I had time to stay an’ watch. But I won’t, Betsey; I’ll go right now.” “I got an orful cold, goin’ in an’ out so orften,” he complained..
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