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"Yep, an' everythin' else is jest like you said, too, only the red streaks have gone from above the trees now." "How're we goin' to get back 'cross the crick?" whined the vanquished LaRose. "Ann," he commanded, "you run along and get your supper.".
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Maurice grimaced as he licked the bit of pulp from the knife blade. "'Course we both know this danged thing is pisin," he said, uncertainly. "Maybe we're fools, Bill?" "She's not the Minorca?" cried the Admiral. "Mrs Bigg, ma'am! I never heard of her." On the stage of this little marine theatre the father clasped his daughter, whilst the Admiral, with emotion damp in his eyes, looked on. Captain Acton released his child and surveyed her, whilst the Admiral seizing both her hands, raised them to his lips, one after the other, mumbling in broken tones: "May God bless you! I thank God we have found thee!".
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