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“I love, thou lovest, he loves,” said Clarence, scornfully, in answer to this preposterous question. “Isobel, play one of your pieces, let’s see how your recital helped you to-day.” “I’ll mow in the morning. Let me stay and visit Pretty—Harold, I mean—till sundown; can’t I, mamma?” He patted her cheek with a vigor that made her wink. “You know you can’t refuse your darling boy,” he wheedled..
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Nell’s answer was somehow strangely muffled. S Billy Bennett wheeled around the corner he saw his mother in the doorway. Also he saw Jean Hammond across the street speaking with Bess Carter,—the Queen of Sheba, the children called her, she was so large and dark and handsome, and had such a royal way, like a sure ’nough queen, one said. Though why children who had never been out of Vine County should know so much about queens no one thought to ask. “Moses, here with that pie,” called the gratified Mrs. Wopp, “Yer par wants some.” “Mar,” he demanded hastily, “more marshed turnips, please.”.
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