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“You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?” CHAPTER V.—A DANCE IN THE CEDAR HILLS. As Mrs. Wopp was preparing for bed that night, she recalled the sensation the sight of her reckless offspring had given her..
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"Then down through the bushes to that winding lane, I suppose?" said Jen. "I know all that; but afterward?"I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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"I hope they won't be too hard on me," she said slowly. "I'd be sorry to begin my term with anything that left the least bitter taste. Everything here is so free-spirited and high-minded that I want it to keep on being so for me always."
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“Come, Betty Girl,” said Moses, “Mar wants you to go to bed.” They were at the dripping roadside tank and back in a trice. Gently where a moment before he had been ferocious with anger, Billy wiped his play-mate’s face, or rather, changed the mud from one spot to another, got him to his feet again, and finally into the buggy with the little girls by his side. “I must of looked like that Lize or the picter couldn’t of been took.” Ruefully he rubbed his bald crown. “Wharfmaster, ahoy!” Billy hailed, as they came near the water’s edge. “Is all ship-shape?”.
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