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CHAPTER XIII.—MOSES GAINS PRESTIGE. The kettle which had been boiling itself hoarse for the last hour, was now called into requisition. Harold turned and looked to where May Nell stood with the twins, sorting her flowers. “Isn’t she a daisy, though? Little—why, she’s only a baby.”.
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But a hand-to-hand encounter is not Mr. Carthy's forte. He prefers being propped up by friends and acquaintances, and thinks a duel a la mort a poor speculation. Now, seeing his whilom accomplice stretched apparently lifeless upon the ground, his courage (what he has of it), like Bob Acres', oozes out through his palms, and a curious shaking, that surely can't be fear, takes possession of his knees.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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When the two had come to a hill near the camp they met a young man, and by him sent word that the people should make a sweat-house for them. After the sweat-house had been made, word was sent to them, and they entered the camp and went into the sweat-house and took a sweat, and all the time while they were sweating, sand was falling from their bodies.
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“Jiminy crickets! What’s happened, kid?” Billy asked, slowing up beside him. “Golly! Wish’t I had time to stay an’ watch. But I won’t, Betsey; I’ll go right now.” “I guess he didn’t say ‘lick,’ Billy.” “Yes, Mosey, I jist want to go to my mornin’-glory garding to tell it good-night.” She rubbed her sleepy tear-stained eyes..
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