So they fenced with smiles. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. I say, I'll take the yarn over and read it to McClintock. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us.
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