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Her disappointment over Moses’ parsimony led her now to see the urgent necessity of ideas, vital ideas, in fact, ideas that could cause silver to flow to her empty coffers, or in other words her missionary box. Upstairs the lightning filled Betty’s room with a weird intermittent radiance. The child had become increasingly drowsy and asked Howard to sing her to sleep. “But the girls and small fry can’t come in on that. Besides, that little city kid’ll be lonesome if I leave her.”.
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“Personally, I should be agreeably disposed to requesting Mr. Wopp to officiate,” answered the lady addressed.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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“Moses, put the hosses in the stable an’ fuller me. We’ll soon find him, Mis’ Mifsud,” said Mr. Wopp, his kindliness asserting itself in this crisis. “Come on, Clarence, an’ Mis’ Mifsud you send the other men along ’s soon ’s they git here. Jist you rest easy, we’ll soon be back with yer boy.”
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Mrs. Wopp rose from her chair and seating herself on the sofa beside her husband took his thin hand in her substantial one, squeezing it openly. “Mannel promptly hung his head and made no reply, being much too shy to attempt an answer in English, whatever his thoughts in Russian might have been. Mrs. Wopp’s suggestion had an immediate and salutary effect on the boy. “Tell us how you found him, Moses,” requested Nell Gordon, who was always interested in tales of knighthood..
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