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“Well, why don’t you go along, Mrs. Lancaster? Don’t prize babies have attendants?” Moses regretted a hundred times his refusal to grant Betty’s request for two bits. He had since offered it and had tried to thrust it on her, but injured pride could not thus be appeased. “Lady of the Lake?” she finished quickly in a question. “Do you know that, too? I love it.”.
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“Git in there, an’ no nonsense,” ordered Moses, who was chafing at the delay. St. Elmo Mifsud, his angelic face framed in silky curls, now became the prey to the machinations of Pete Solway, who had eluded the vigilant eye of Mrs. Wopp during her dramatic recital. A roar of pain escaped the child as a sharp tweak was applied to his curls. Recalled to matters entirely mundane, the teacher administered severe reproof. He held out his hand, but the little girl put hers behind her. “I’ll come by myself,” she said with dignity. Whatever happened that dreadful man should not touch her. CHAPTER XIII THE HIDDEN HUT.
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