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She looked up quickly. "And may I ask who that is?" "Supposin' I said the snake killed the hawk?" "Are you sure you've got 'em boxed safe, Bill?" he asked, fearfully..
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Perhaps he ought to be looking after his own fishing tackle. Every one was talking about going fishing nowadays and he’d better see whether his tackle was hanging where it should be, on the wall of the wash-house. William Holm had done nothing at school today but brag of that new fishing tackle of his.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
“Better not let go one hand till you get another hold!” cautioned Jerry. “It’s mighty slippery.”
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So it seemed to the boy, as from the brow of a hill he watched the dawn-haze drift toward the newly-open sun-gates of the eastern sky; for autumn always brought a feeling of sadness to Billy. He missed the twitter of the birds, the thousand and one notes of the wild things he loved and which always passed out and away from his world with the summer. The first hoar frost had come; soon the leaves would turn golden and crimson, the fern-clumps crumple and wither into sere, dead, scentless things. Then with shortening days and darkening skies those leaves and plants would sag to earth and the gaunt arms of the bare trees would lift empty nests toward snow-spitting skies. "Plase God," murmured Harry, "but ut's meself 'll be glad to lave this awful spot; lead on, Billy." "I don't think so, sir." "You mean we'll strip the trees, Jack?" exulted Sward..
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