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“Moses, here with that pie,” called the gratified Mrs. Wopp, “Yer par wants some.” The broad shaft of sunlight that flooded the dining-room where Nell Gordon sat was suddenly darkened. Looking up she saw the tall straight figure of Howard Eliot at the doorway. “Poor little chaps! They’ve been talking circus for a month.”.
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The words cut the air with an incisive clearness that left no shadow of a doubt, though Patricia could scarcely credit her own ears.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
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The play was all that had been promised and they sat through its mystic-scenes with rapt attention, comparing notes enthusiastically in the intervals when the curtain was down, and when it was over they came out into the daylight with that peculiar sensation of unreality in the daylight world that follows an enthralling matinee.
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“Take May Nell into the garden with you, Billy,” Mrs. Bennett said; “I shall be busy with the Saturday work, and she will be happier in the sunshine. And don’t speak of the earthquake,” she warned him aside; “she must forget that as fast as possible.” Mr. Zalhambra’s gaze fell full on the girl and her color heightened under his ardent look. He ran back a few steps and found a loose board he had climbed over when coming up. This he carried to the edge of the wall. “When I call,” he spelled out, “break window, use chair, come across on board.” Edith came in dressed for church..
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