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“Here is my monthly report and ‘Goodwill of Luckton’ has come,” exclaimed Johnny. Aunt Grenertsen was difficult to talk with—so contrary, somehow, even if not really cross, that it was very tiresome. She wasn’t the least bit like Uncle Isaac of Kingthorpe, who was always kind and gentle, always pleasant. Oh, dear, no! Aunt Grenertsen wasn’t like Uncle Isaac; far, far from it! My, oh, my! Just look at all the apples! There must be fully a half bushel—a good many for such a little old tree..
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“I can well believe it,” said Aunt Grenertsen. “People never stay at home in these days. They are forever flying about.”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
Then Bob told him the news that he had been saving for next Sunday. “Come along to the Quarter-house with me and feed, and then we’ll go hunt Whiskers—I mean Mr. Whitney.”
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“Going up river again to-day, Jerry?” asked Bob. “Mother, Mother! The coffee is boiling over. Hurry!” “For the land’s sake!” said Lisa, laying John’s trousers, which she was patching, down in her lap. They followed him through the church to the cloisters, at the extremity of which was a small door, which the friar unlocked. It opened upon the woods..
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