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“Well, well, you don’t say!” “Train? Is she going away?” The small girl’s face grew sorrowful. “One of the brothers, hurt.”.
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Miss Gordon complied, then followed the old favorite with a two-step played in as sprightly a manner as the organ would allow. When the train snorted into the station the two were there, Billy with his loaf under his arm, his can dangling. Most of the arrivals were townsfolk home from visits to the stricken city; but a few, evidently strangers, descended and stood by themselves. “I reckon Joner hadn’t any too much light,” opined Mrs. Wopp. He tried to hold it from falling, but could not. It seemed as if his arms would be pulled out of their sockets. It would fall short—he must hold on to it, not let it strike below, for the noise would betray them too soon; and—the men in the wagon were passing!.
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