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Mrs. Dallas looked uneasily at her medical attendant. Before his departure he had left a message for David, who had not made his appearance at breakfast, requesting the young man to be in the library at noon. "Do you know that it's Sunday morning, and I ought to be reading my two chapters?" she demanded severely. "This town life is making me forget my religion already, and as for you, you worldly-minded young sinner, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, beguiling me with your heathenish dance parties. Go along now and let me get my mind in order again.".
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Indeed no piece of English landscape could have looked fairer on this fine April morning than Old Harbour Town and its Harbour, and little forefinger of pier; the windmill and the lighthouse resembled carvings, so delicately were their outlines traced against the silver blueness of the spring sky. In the Harbour against the wharves were visible the mounting masts and yards of several craft with sails hanging loose to dry, and the water of the Harbour was dotted with a few squab shapes of smacks and the figure of a moored brig-of-war.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
"Nuthin'. Promised I wouldn't tell him no ghost stories fer a week if he'd help me out."
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"I don't believe in that rubbish, David, and I should be very sorry to think you did." "Haven't heard of it," replied Margaret Howes, with eager interest. "What is it? And who's giving it?" CHAPTER VIII SMOOTH WATERS Mrs. Dallas considered..
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