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“And that was—?” suggested Mr. Whitney. “I—I think a bunch of Greasers are goin’ to raid the dam!” First he went to Miss Jorgensen’s, for she lived nearest, in her own tiny white house. She was in the kitchen washing dishes when Johnny Blossom’s little nose showed itself at the kitchen door..
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Stolidly the man took his orders and stumped out. When he was gone Mr. Whitney’s assistant turned to Bob. “What’s the row, Bob?” he wanted to know. The day which was to have devoted Julia to a cloister, was ushered in at the abbey with the usual ceremonies. The church was ornamented, and all the inhabitants of the monastery prepared to attend. The Padre Abate now exulted in the success of his scheme, and anticipated, in imagination, the rage and vexation of the marquis, when he should discover that his daughter was lost to him for ever. After several excuses, she was obliged to go and fetch the key. Blue Beard having examined it, said to his wife, "Why is there blood on this key?" "I don't know," answered the poor wife, paler than death..
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