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dear-results-chart is CHAPTER XVII Joan lay awake for a long while that night. The moon looked in at the window. It seemed to have got itself entangled in the tops of the tall pines. Would it not be her duty to come back—make her father happy, to say nothing of the other. He was a dear, sweet, lovable lad. Together, they might realize her father’s dream: repair the blunders, plant gardens where the weeds now grew, drive out the old sad ghosts with living voices. It had been a fine thought, a “King’s thought.” Others had followed, profiting by his mistakes. But might it not be carried further than even they had gone, shaped into some noble venture that should serve the future..

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🎮 “I will stay with her for a little while,” she said. “Till I feel there is no more need. Then I must get back to work.” She could still see him: the boyish smile. And his voice that had sent her tears back again as if at the word of command.!

🏆 Joan laughed. “I’m a drummer boy,” she answered. “I beat my drum each week in a Sunday newspaper, hoping the lads will follow.” “Your friends, that you never had any. And your enemies, that they are always the latest,” she informed him.!

🔥 Download dear-results-chart “A section of the Paris Press is doing all it can to help him, of course,” explained Mrs. Denton. “It doesn’t seem to matter to them that Germany is only waiting her opportunity, and that, if Russia comes in, it is bound to bring Austria. Europe will pay dearly one day for the luxury of a free Press.” “What are you making?” asked Joan.!🔥