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“Please, Mith Wopp, the latht windthorm upthet our hen-houth.” Dough when Mother bakes the bread, “Mannel Rodd, did you ever ketch a fish?”.
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“I knew it!” Billy panted feverishly. “The Ha’nt!” Heedless of the dog running with his nose close to the ground, Billy rushed on. His shirt was torn, his trousers hanging by one suspender, his shoes cut and one tap turned back. Ashes whitened his hair; though at the back a dark mat was still damp from oozing blood,—the handkerchief that had bound it had been torn off by a twitching twig. His smarting eyes watered so that he could hardly see his way. Yet of all this he was unconscious. Weariness, pain, his cracked and bleeding lips,—he knew nothing of them, felt nothing. “Do you live here?” she questioned with an irrepressible shudder. “Is theh faywies wound heah, Betty? Can they see us?” inquired the little boy in awe-struck tones. “O Billy!” Jean gasped, fear for the little, delicate girl in that eery place lending sympathy to her voice..
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