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“Gee, this is bully,” commented Bob, as he lay stretched out on the porch of the general store, out of the glare of the sun. “I never thought just resting could be such fun!” “Why, I invite you, you see.” CHAPTER VIII.
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“Yeh,” scoffed Moses, “this here turnin’ machines every Monday makes me sick. I aint got no liver left to be cheerful.”I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
The best amusement of the hours of imprisonment was planning for the performance of “The Lady of the Lake.” Nothing definite, except that it was to be out of doors, had unfolded till now, when irksome leisure and May Nell’s quick mind together bore fruit.
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"You must die, madam," said he, "and at once." 'I am dying,' said he, in a faultering accent; 'send instantly for the marchioness and my son.' “No—no, sir,” stammered Bob, helplessly. “He wasn’t there—he’s in Las Cruces—” “They’re coming!”.
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