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“You may bring me the fishing rod,” said Father. Bob dug in the blades of his oars with all the force he could muster. The boat lost a little headway but the effort came too late. The current had them in its grasp. A quick rush in the blinding spray and the boys found themselves in the icy water. Bob, however, had kept hold of one of the oars of the overturned boat and he thanked his stars that Jerry had had the foresight to tie it to the oarlock. “Oh, John! Tell him to get off and let me ride!”.
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“Hold your grouch, Sour,” Harold expostulated.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
“Oh, oh! It ran—across my—foot!” she gasped, and fell over.
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“Why not?” asked Bob. “Ah, me! Ah, me!” said she. “It’s all a miracle; that I should be here in this fine room and see all this grandeur, see out of the window where the sun shines, and see also something that shines still brighter in Johnny Blossom’s eyes.” CHAPTER XVIII THE RAIDERS RAIDED “Pooh! He thought we would drown,” said Asta. “Silly!”.
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