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Between the fishermen of Sandtown and the farmers of the community existed no very strong bond of sympathy or friendship. The former were a dissolute, shiftless lot, quite content, with draw-seine and pound-net, to eke out a miserable existence in the easiest manner possible. They were tolerated just as the poor and shiftless of any community are tolerated; their children were allowed to attend the school the same as the children of the tax-payers. A slim girl in a gingham dress stood in front of the counter placing parcels in a basket. She turned a flushed face, lit with brown roguish eyes, on Caleb, as he came in. "Ay, father had a very fine voice, to be sure," said Captain Acton, "and so has Mr Lawrence.".
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“Now Mis’ Stephens, call the boys,” requested Mrs. Wopp who was the busiest of the group.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
“Peter Stolway, what is a whale?”
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"I don't shoot quail any more," Billy answered. "I've got to know 'em too well, I guess. You see," in answer to the other boy's look of surprise, "when a feller gets to know what chummy, friendly little beggars they are, he don't feel like shootin' 'em." "It's one of the gold pieces your uncle hid away. Come on, now we'll see that Croaker throw a fit." "No, I don't either; he's only a third mine. One third's yours and the other third's Maurice's." "Yes, we mustn't forget Billy, God bless him.".
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