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“You’re a plucky kid, all right,” he replied, touched more than he would have admitted. “I won’t hurt the dog if you do as I tell you.” He looked for a cord or rope, but found none, and pulled from his pocket a red handkerchief. “Tie this around his neck; let one end hang down.” “A cat tablecloth!” the little girl laughed. Wait till the clouds roll by.”.
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"But what are you talking of?" broke in Jen, impetuously. "You say that my poor boy died from blood-poisoning. How else could he have come by that, save through being touched or struck with the devil-stick? No one in the neighborhood was likely to possess any weapon likely to corrupt the blood. If Maurice had been stabbed, or shot, or if his head had been smashed in, I could understand the crime--or rather the motive for the crime--better; but as it is, the person who stole the devil-stick must have killed him."I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
"Where is the devil-stick?" demanded Jen, wrathfully.
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“To-morrer’ll see my revenge,” growled Moses, now thoroughly roused to action under the protection of his own roof. ‘The lighter pine trees overhead,’ “Git in there, an’ no nonsense,” ordered Moses, who was chafing at the delay. she quoted glibly. “I know a lot more of it. Do you?”.
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