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“Can you make it?” asked Bob. “We’ll have to swim.” “What is it, little John?” The boys on the wharf did not wait to be called again but jumped upon the deck and rushed at the bags of fruit..
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"Well, what of it? Maurice found him a soft hidin' place and good pasture on his Dad's farm, didn't he?"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
"Why, what is it?"
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“You are lying,” he said evenly. “Traitor!” “How old are you now, Bob? Seventeen, isn’t it? Yes, yes, of course. And in a week or two you will have finished with Crossways for good?” “But isn’t your shirt wet?” They all wended their way back to the town, singing wedding songs, as gaily as they had before mournfully bewailed the sacrifice of the Princess. The marriage took place the following day, and the joy with which it was celebrated may be imagined..
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