Mrs. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil. He swore when I tried to get it out with the ladle, and told me what it said. She munched her bland Whopper as he wolfed three in a row, stuffing his mouth with half a dozen French fries at a time. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way.
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