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“Moses!” called husband and wife, simultaneously. Mrs. Wopp’s voice spanned an interval of about a dozen semi-tones, and as it always grew in volume in direct ratio to the emergency of the duty to be imposed, the last syllable of her son’s name fell on that wretched boy’s ear like a clap of thunder. Mr. Wopp’s accents remained on nearly all occasions at the same even degree of meekness. Nature had not given him the temperament to indulge in crescendos or double fortes. Acting on this timely suggestion, Mrs. Wopp deposited the mischievous youths on small chairs, one on each side of her table, directly under her watchful eye. Cracking nuts seemed to have been the special proposed form of amusement for the afternoon. By the end of five minutes the substitute teacher had set several large noisy paper bags on the window ledge. “You young Hottentots, wot youse been up to?” All too soon Moses’ prophecy proved true..
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"What! that criminal?"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
"Dido!" cried Isabella. "You did not run away?" "No, missy. I tell de truth against dat man."
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“Not a bit!” His words were strangely impatient. “I’ve got to find her!” He started past them. “To-morrer’ll see my revenge,” growled Moses, now thoroughly roused to action under the protection of his own roof. “O, Dadsie,” was the reply, “this is recital afternoon, you know.” “Moses, here with that pie,” called the gratified Mrs. Wopp, “Yer par wants some.”.
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