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May Nell looked at him a minute before speaking. “You like doing things, but you don’t like work. Isn’t work doing things?” “And could he beat the old gentleman?” inquired Nell Gordon, vastly entertained. CHAPTER XIV IN THE HAUNTED HOUSE.
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“All right,” said Bob laughing. “I reckon you’re lost. I’m beat, but I sure hope you will find that you picked the right thing for yourself.”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
“Saved my life, I reckon, is all you did. It must have been some job, too, although I don’t know how you did it.”
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Mrs. Wopp drew the green curtains together and turned to the smallest girl in the class. The hours passed in an uproar of fun. The table was dismantled, toys, tools, and dishes put away, and the feast had sped into the past. To the melody of the shining bells, Betty dropped off to sleep. “What’s the matter with Billy To-morrow? He’s thirteen! Three and ten! Most a man! He’s all right!”.
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