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"So do I, sir," said Sir William. "Mercies on us!" cried the amazed deacon, clutching the fence for support. "Whose voice was that? You heard it, men. Whose was it?" Billy glanced at the window, poorly protected by a cotton mosquito screen, and shivered..
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Indulge your senses with a collection of songs, music videos, and live performances on Pikashow APK. Let the rhythm guide you through a world of musical wonders and enchantment. 🎵✨I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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"I say we kin have Louie over, too, Willium," Mrs. Wilson suggested once again. She caught her breath quickly and a flush stole up beneath the sun and wind stain on her cheeks. There was that in the pressure of the hand on hers, strong yet tender, which swept the feeling of loneliness from her heart. No more would the fire-flies weave a gauze of golden stars above the marshlands at the foot of the Causeway. The season of green and blue had lived and died and in its place had been born a season of drab and brown. Summer was gone. The song-birds had migrated. Soon the green rush fields would sway, grey and dead and the bronze woodcocks would whistle away from the bog-lands, for seldom did they tarry after the first frost. Along the creek the red-winged black-birds would be sounding their up-and-away notes. No happy carol to welcome the first glow of dawn! No wonder Billy sighed. Then he lifted his head quickly as, high above him, sounded the whistle of wings. Up from the north a wedgeshaped flock of wild ducks came speeding, white backs flashing as they pitched downward in unbroken formation towards the calling bay-waters. "No sir," his neighbor answered promptly, "I should say not.".
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