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“Why do you think he would have whipped you?” “Murder! Murder!” he shouted with all his strength; and his boy’s voice reached far up and down the lonely distances. “Good dog! I understand you, Bouncer, and I’m not lonesome any more.”.
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“Don’t sit there wool-gatherin’ anyways, Mose, or the moths’ll nest in yer head. Ef you carn’t sing in toon, you kin bring up a cup of tea fer Miss Gordon an’ Mr. Eliot, an’ don’t fergit Betty an’ yer Mar.”I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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“I was ten in January, the twelfth,” May Nell replied, with no pride in her tone; she was always older than those of her size. Yet she was not prepared for the gasps and backward movement of the twins.
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What if they should find him? Gee! Couldn’t a boy run faster than a man? Another sound banished these thoughts; wheels on the road, whose thick coat of dust almost hushed the ring of metal tires. A horseman before, and now a wagon; this was an unusual amount of travel for that lonely road. Notwithstanding Moses’ endeavors to be attractive, Isobel Crump’s voice, as she addressed her brother’s friend was so frigid that her words penetrated his ear like sharply-pointed icicles. From where he stood Billy could see the distress in her face. He must think of a way to get her, and he must, must hurry! Nell confessed she had heard of it..
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