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He laughed coarsely. “George Smith’s kid, all right. You’ve got the same high way with you.” Betty was trying to keep up the engaging flow of talk but the dance proved to require all her attention. “Mar,” he demanded hastily, “more marshed turnips, please.”.
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“That’s enough, Billy. Jimmy Dorr and George Packard are coming.” She was a sensible woman, yet she disliked to expose her boy to Jimmy’s caustic tongue. But Billy was equal to more than Jimmy. “Mose, hoi’ this benighted idjit of a jint till I drive a nail in the wall to wire it up,” called Mr. Wopp, thrusting a nail between his teeth and turning his back on his wife. He saw the men stop, draw apart, and look around. They discovered no one, but delayed their quarrel and hurried in the direction of the sound, exchanging short angry speeches as they ran. Moses returned to work with jelly and soot mingling in a purple streak on cheek and chin..
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