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After this vigorous onslaught upon the quondam admirer of Nell, Mrs. Wopp ordered Moses to help her prepare the spare room on the ground-floor for the young rancher. Dim religious lights from stained glass windows shone through the church and falling on the boy chilled him to the marrow. “If she steams,” Harold put in sagely..
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“No, no! Don’t, mother! I’ll run away! I’ll—” He groaned and left his sentence unfinished. The Sun called to Flora, and she appeared by his side. In front of them knelt the Sower,crowned with leaves. The Sun bestowed upon him a cornucopia overflowing with cherries; Flora laid on his other arm long sprays of roses. “If you wish to do so.” “Man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upwards,” quoted Mrs. Wopp. “We’ve had sich a time, but I’m shore our li’l Mornin’-Glory is gittin’ better now.” She gazed at the child with true maternal affection. “She’s lookin’ kinder peart agin.”.
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