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“Humph! It’s very likely that they paid their respects to such a great man as you!” said Olea. “You’d better come into our house to get yourself dry,” said Tellef. Mother sat alone on the veranda. How good that she was alone! John sat down on the steps, all doubled together, and said not a word..
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