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At last he passed the sluice gates which marked the center of the dam. A few rods further on he knew he must climb up and look over. “My uncle the Admiral made a speech about me, too,” continued Johnny Blossom. “He’s a very good boy, too, Aunt Grenertsen.”.
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"It is your grand-daughter, Little Red Riding-Hood," answered the Wolf, imitating the child's voice. "I have brought a cake and a little jar of butter, which my mother has sent you." The good grandmother, who was ill in bed, called out, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up." The Wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened. He leaped on to the poor old woman, and ate her up in less than no time, for he had been three days without food. He then shut the door again, and laid himself down in the grandmother's bed, to wait for Little Red Riding-Hood. Presently she came and knocked at the door: tap, tap. “Pull in to shore, Bob,” he said quickly. “We’d better take a look at what’s coming before we tackle it.” It was morning when he landed at a small port of Sicily, and proceeded towards the abbey of St Augustin. As he travelled, his imagination revolved the scenes of his early love, the distress of Julia, and the sufferings of Ferdinand, and his heart melted at the retrospect. He considered the probabilities of Julia having found protection from her father in the pity of the Padre Abate; and even ventured to indulge himself in a flattering, fond anticipation of the moment when Julia should again be restored to his sight. “We’re in for it again,” yelled Jerry to Bob, who was rowing. “Back water—hard!”.
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