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“Oh Miss Gordon,” cried Betty, her dark brown eyes sparkling with delight, “the flowers can talk to each other across them telfone wires, can’t they?” Moses adored his little foster-sister when she was well; but sick, his adoration turned to blind worship. For several days Betty had been ill. Moses’ religion, bottled up during care-free days, burst forth in foam of intercession for Betty’s return to health. “Lady of the Lake?” she finished quickly in a question. “Do you know that, too? I love it.”.
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The girl's eyes grew wider and wider with wonderment. "Isn't it strange?" she half whispered, "and beautiful?"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
"Why to poison his teeth with. He's loadin' up fer somebody, sure as shootin'. Gosh! I am sorry you've been sech a fool, Anse. Jest think, one little scratch from that coon's teeth and—'
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“Good dog! I understand you, Bouncer, and I’m not lonesome any more.” “Billy! I’ll tell you what let’s do; we’ll make a circus ourselves!” This account of the abruptly ended career of her predecessor was somewhat disturbing to Nell. “Well, the Prince will see that the glass slipper’s tied fast. He’s got no ‘Ho, minions!’ to hunt for you if you turn Cinderella again.” He stooped and fastened her tie..
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