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"Oh, Bruce, the sycamore you painted is gone!" called Patricia, not turning. "Come and see!" "The thief and the murderer!" "Now for a sight of the dislocated gentleman," said Elinor gayly. "And then for the great event.".
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He turned back toward the house, then paused as the mellow "whirt-o-whirt" of a quail sounded from the sumach which bordered the meadow across the road. "Old Cock quail," he cautioned softly, "I wouldn't give that covey-call too often if I was you. Joe Scraff jest might hear you. Only note safe fer you to whistle is 'Bob White'—but you won't be whistlin' that till spring comes ag'in."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
"Why to poison his teeth with. He's loadin' up fer somebody, sure as shootin'. Gosh! I am sorry you've been sech a fool, Anse. Jest think, one little scratch from that coon's teeth and—'
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"Do you know," interrupted Patricia, suddenly alert again, "I don't believe I'll ever amount to a row of pins as an artist? I always forget the work and think only of the people and the fun. I wonder if I can't brace up and do something worth while. I'll start in tomorrow—see if I don't." When Elinor and Patricia were alone, Patricia opened the subject that had been occupying her thought for the last few minutes. Bruce rose and held out his hand to Patricia, who was flushing painfully. "As to that," he said, "we are by no means certain that they are the same.".
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