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Mrs. Wopp obligingly gave as an encore, “There were ninety and nine,” apropos of nothing whatever. Then turning to a portrait on the wall, she enlarged on the musical ability of a great-uncle from whom she reckoned she had received her gift of song. “She’d like fust-rate to come, but Glory be! She’d want ter fetch her pet turkey and Jethro.” Billy cuddled down in the low-growing manzanitas, whose screen was further thickened by a tangle of wild pea vines all a-bloom. Placing himself so that he could watch both the house and the man on the hill, he settled to await further disclosures..
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Savor the authentic sounds of Benjo Game, where music echoes the spirit of Indian neighborhoods. Let the beats of street music resonate with your soul and immerse you in a world of cultural delight.
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“Holy Smoke! Be this the River Jording I’ve come ter?” “Come, come! We can’t be cremated while we wait. Mush!” Oh, where have you been, charming Billy?” Mrs. Wopp viewed with misgiving the ornate writing not yet erased from the previous lesson. She feared her own handwriting would suffer by comparison..
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