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Moses was whistling a dismal discordant air in the backyard when the voice of his mother smote his ears. Then Moses commenced. He ran up and down a chromatic scale of puffs and groans and sniffles, ending with a cadence that sounded like, “Gosh dern!” “She won’t do it; she said so before. She wants to be Alan-bane.”.
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“Who is Mr. Zalhamber?” asked Howard, as though he had forgotten his existence. The quarantine had been raised, and at night Billy had “the run of the house”; though his days were still spent in “the prison cell” as he called the dark room. It seemed to him that light came in with the little girl, and all the sparkle and fragrance of the young summer without. “What else did they do ’sides dancing, Betty?” questioned St. Elmo. “Train? Is she going away?” The small girl’s face grew sorrowful..
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