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like a singed cat , better than he looks , and " " Here Tildy turned round from the table where she was kneading bread , and looked at him in such a manner as to freeze the remainder of the sentence in his throat .
like a singed cat , better than he looks , and " " Here Tildy turned round from the table where she was kneading bread , and looked at him in such a manner as to freeze the remainder of the sentence in his throat .
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Then the little Widow turned again , went back to the boy leaning over the bull - dog , thrust the gold in his hands as he rose to look at her , and , turning to the men , was gone . Other and equally ingenious ways , all quite as ...
Then the little Widow turned again , went back to the boy leaning over the bull - dog , thrust the gold in his hands as he rose to look at her , and , turning to the men , was gone . Other and equally ingenious ways , all quite as ...
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he said , as he again turned the telescope up to the sun , and then looked at the door , " I'll see what's what , I reckon . " He went up to the fence and leaned over , but his heart failed him . Then he resorted to the vial of wrath ...
he said , as he again turned the telescope up to the sun , and then looked at the door , " I'll see what's what , I reckon . " He went up to the fence and leaned over , but his heart failed him . Then he resorted to the vial of wrath ...
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A Fantasy of Roses | 75 |
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