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“La now! An’ why do you say that, my dear?” inquired Mrs. Wopp. “Set up straight, Moses, yer back looks like you was packin’ a sack of pertaters.” “Right—now—are you?” The arm that was around Bouncer tightened, and she thought her “heart would fly right up into her throat.” “Well, now, is that so? It sounds to me like a furrin word,” returned Mrs. Wopp, who admired Mrs. Mifsud’s polished utterances, while by no means undervaluing her own rhetorical gifts..
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Some of the voices were cracked and others badly out of tune. Moses Wopp’s voice, loudest of all, sounded like a foghorn and the windows fairly rattled in their frames. Nell motioned him to her desk. She thought by occupying his attention elsewhere the music lesson might proceed with more melody and less noise. Moses had developed his stentorian tones at home, by the lusty singing of Hallelujah hymns under the strict supervision of his mother.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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“She won’t do it; she said so before. She wants to be Alan-bane.”
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Supper over and dishes hurried out of sight, the floor was once more cleared and the real business of the evening was resumed. Mr. Zalhambra’s gaze fell full on the girl and her color heightened under his ardent look. “Can he mean ‘prodigy,’ do you think, May Nell?” Edith’s eyes were mischievous. “Perhaps this is Nancy’s way of playing,” he thought..
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