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“You don’t like Sir Thomas because he’s a little indolent.” Ebenezer Wopp was the last silent word in patient masculinity, but his face, becoming darker with his work, would lead an onlooker to believe that sinister thoughts were struggling to find expression. “Now Moses,” announced his mother, “Jist for a change an’ rest like, turn this here separator.”.
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"True," said Jen; "and why should these wretches have murdered that man?"I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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"That we shall see," retorted the major, vexed by the sarcasm, and thereupon gave Etwald to understand by look and manner that he wished to be alone with David. When the doctor had taken himself off, and was walking past the library windows toward the curve of the avenue where it ran into the woods, Jen looked after him with a lowering face, and laid an inquiring finger on David's arm.
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“Did Clarence show you the sights of the city this morning?” asked Mr. Crump, trying to repress a smile. “Yer a limb o’ Satan orl right. The shawl was needin’ dyein’ anyway. I’ll jist make it green. Yer Par used to say I looked right harnsome in green, so I’ll s’prise him with a new shawl over my shoulders.” She turned to the dog. The strenuous exertions of the afternoon had noticeably reduced his girth. “Mith Wopp, had Jonah any little girlth or boyth at home?” Her wardrobe was a heavy drain on Edith’s purse, yet the young teacher delighted almost as a mother in the dainty garments that won her to extravagance..
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