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A low rumble of thunder was heard in the distance and a flash of lightning made the coal-oil lamp look like a bilious spot in the room. “Y-yes, b-but how can I when I have no one to say ‘mama’ to, only a Mrs.” Moses, who was still in the dark as to the exact character of the entertainment planned, was all eagerness to get preliminaries over..
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CHAPTER XIX.—BETTY’S ILLNESS.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
“Aren’t you going to say ‘Good-morning’ to me, Billy?” She put out the slenderest little white hand, and looked into his face appealingly.
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What really ailed Moses was the prospect of bolstering up the pipes again. Betty was trying to keep up the engaging flow of talk but the dance proved to require all her attention. She took the child in her comforting arms. “Don’t cry, little one! We shall find her, never fear.” LITTLE by little they learned something of May Nell’s story. Her mother had intended to start for New York on the morning of the earthquake, having been called there by her own mother’s illness. Mrs. Smith, though held to the last by household business, had let her little daughter go to visit a widowed aunt and cousin, who lived in a down-town hotel, and who were to bring May Nell to meet her mother at the Ferry Building the next morning. But where at night had stood the hotel with its many human lives housed within, the next morning’s sunshine fell upon a heap of ruins burning fiercely. A stranger rescued May Nell, though her aunt and cousin had to be left behind, pinned to their fiery death..
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