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“Never mind, Mrs. Wopp,” said Nell pleasantly, “he is a perfect gentleman in manners and he wasn’t drinking or gambling when I saw him. May I have a little more of your beautifully cooked meat?” The green-eyed monster, always seeking prey, had at last found a victim, and proceeded in true green-eyed fashion to wage ruthless warfare. “Mudgie, Mudgie,” he shrieked..
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"Now tell me something else," she says, after a little bit. "Do all the women you know dress a great deal?"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
"I dare say it is; but the fact remains. I don't know what is the matter with me. It is a barren feeling,—a longing, it may be, for something I can never obtain."
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“Ain’t she her own aunt?” hazarded Mr. Wopp, abstractedly thrusting his hammer into his boot top and scratching his bald head with a pair of pincers. “I c’d eat a rhindoceros,” he confided to Clarence. Viewing the upturned swill-pail, she suddenly became cynical. “Sure! Take care of the truck, will you?” He dropped his burdens to Jean’s willing hands, and darted forward..
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