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Jean changed the situation by proposing a toast to Billy’s new sister. She thought he should be in a warmer room, but he begged so hard to stay that she yielded. She put a bell near, that he might call her, and went to him several times before she slept, finding him somewhat restless, yet too profoundly asleep to be wakened by her light touch. Outraged nature was in charge now. “And just worships you. Is your lawn mowed?”.
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