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At this moment the dining-room door opened and the daughter of the house entered the room. “Why doesn’t the Gang come, mamma?” he asked, returning the kiss he knew was one ahead for his natal day. Howard Eliot guided his charges through the mazes of the city to a restaurant. Moses with the perennial appetite of fourteen ate silently and steadily, not omitting one item on the menu. He gorged..
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“Do you like it, Sunday School, I mean? I don’t. I like church, though,—the great booming organ, the beautiful singing. And when the minister speaks I just float away into fairy-land and never come back till he says, ‘The-Lord-make-his-face-to-shine-upon-us-amen.’”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
“Wotcher want, Nosey?”
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[89]“Mother, do come and look at the procession,” Edith called cautiously from the trellises, where she was slyly watching. Fer our reapin’ bye ’n’ bye.” “All but finding the job, mother. Jobs don’t hunt boys; and mine’s going to be waiting for me when the school house door shuts: that is, if I can persuade any man in the town or county that he needs a boy my size.” “But she’s a girl.”.
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