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“She’s at Vine Hill—miles away; we’ll beat her if we hurry.” His words were a bit breathless. A chill as from an ice field swept over Billy. His heart seemed to fall down, down, as far as his shoes. He noticed that things looked darker, and his head felt light and queer. Another fear assailed him; would he, too, collapse, leave the little girls alone with the terror of two senseless boys? In the midst of these reflections, the trombone player of the orchestra came to him..
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Cautiously he crept nearer the door, stopping at each step to listen, to look again at the worker above. He was at the very corner of the house when voices sounded from within. He started, his breath coming quicker. He caught no words, but knew by the “ginger” in the tones that the speakers were angry. Shuffling steps came up the stairway and turned toward the rear.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
“Billy! My—boy!” Mrs. Bennett bent over him; and he felt a tear where her cheek touched his.
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“Why, Billy? I don’t believe in whipping unless all else fails.” “An orful good-natured tied-in-at-the-waist critter, aint it?” commented Moses. And if the girls don’t love me now Had he but dreamed on for an hour or so he would have returned, rested, refreshed, the cheery boy that helped to make the Bennett house a home. But a voice in the road above startled him. Only a word was spoken, a greeting; but it was surly and foreign, Italian..
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