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She opened her suitcase—new and smelling strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal Handbook. Then, if you are bad to me, I can more easily blow off your head. " "Is this true, Sir?" cried Mrs. Only old librarians and Shirley Temples say that. “I must read him when I come out. . . How I envied those kids whose Moms picked them up when they got hurt or sick! I fainted in Gym Class when they made me climb the rope. We can’t. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand. Wood," said she, in the deep, hoarse accents of consumption; "and may God Almighty bless and reward you for your kindness! You were always the best of masters to my poor husband; and now you've proved the best of friends to his widow and orphan boy. Anyhow, there it is: YOU ARE NOT GOING THERE. “Go it, miss!” cried one.
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