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“I couldn’t understand it then. Now I do. My own sister is that bravest of lovers.” His words rang with pride as well as love. “Only little girls see fairies ever,” was the reply. “Yes. And the fire worse. Why can’t you have a refugee?”.
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This time Moses was more successful. Comforted, he felt he could enjoy a few morsels himself. Calling the contrite Jethro, who, after extricating himself from the ruins he had made, had retired under a bench, the boy made his way to a remote corner. Here no parental admonitions would disturb him. He surveyed with pleased expectancy an enormous triangle of pie, a huge slab of gingerbread, a monument of glistening iced cake, half a dozen tarts, and a few other trifles he had brought with him. “Mebbe she’s all right,” admitted the boy. “Oh, Billy, Billy! My beautiful opera is ruined!” Edith wailed, as she heard the jeers of the small boys in the audience. “And you’re my Ladybird sister,” Billy said, very softly for him, and threw his arm about them both..
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