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“Miss Gordon here, made me a harnsome lace yoke fer an underwaist, an’ give it to me fer my birthday,” volunteered Mrs. Wopp. “Singe my hair ef I do, let’s hev some more doin’s,” rebelled Moses. “Would you like to live in the city?”.
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