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A lot more nonsense he rattled off, squeezing and kissing her till she was breathless with laughter. “You’d best go an’ take her hoss, Moses,” directed Mr. Wopp. Then raising his voice he called, “Go right on into the house, Mis’ Mifsud. Lize has jist gone in from the garden.” “Did you see the fine bin of carrots, Mar?” inquired Betty..
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