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“Well, Moses,” queried his genial host at the supper table, “did the skating go pretty good to-day?” “I’ll take all the blame Mosey.” “Golly! Wish’t I had time to stay an’ watch. But I won’t, Betsey; I’ll go right now.”.
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“Too much?” he interrupted; “is anything I have in this world too much to give for the life of my wife and child? Didn’t your son save them both? Save May Nell from—” He turned away and did not attempt to finish his sentence.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
“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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Her absorption hypnotized the others to wondering stillness. In a moment her attitude and intensity had transported them to the mysterious East, and put upon them the spell of ancient superstitions. Billy turned the bulky papers over and over as if to gather some hint of their meaning from fold and stiffness. “What is it, Mr. Smith?” he asked wonderingly. “Mar,” he demanded hastily, “more marshed turnips, please.” “Moses,” she directed, “git an empty apple-box fer the burnt orfferin’s.”.
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