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“Golly! Wish’t I had time to stay an’ watch. But I won’t, Betsey; I’ll go right now.” “Orl right, you rascalashus coaxer, an’ go make some tea an’ fetch some crackers an’ cheese an’ we’ll orl hev a bite.” “But Roderick Dhu died from fighting Fitz-James; I hate to give Jimmy a dying part.”.
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Betty, orphaned at the age of six, had been adopted by the kind-hearted Mrs. Wopp. The child found her chief joy in life, outside of Jethro, Nancy and Job, in a flower-bed. A small plot of ground had been allotted her for her own use, and there every spring for the last four years her precious flowers had bloomed and had filled her eyes with brightness and her soul with gladness. Morning-glories and nasturtiums were the surest to bloom. They climbed the strings so gracefully and turned the old weather-beaten fence where they grew into a tapestry of gorgeous dyes. When the house was reached, Eliza Wopp was standing, an effective barricade, at the door, waving her large hands in a gesture indicative of dismay. Moses stoically told his tale of assault. “Who is Mr. Zalhamber?” asked Howard, as though he had forgotten his existence. “O mother, how can there be joy if life is all work and never any fun?” He took her hand and pressed it against his cheek..
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