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His wife met him at the door, and into her hands he delivered his little charge. F. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. I've my own reasons for disliking this job. “I suppose you’re like the rest of them. "What the devil are you about! Will you allow yourself to be beaten by a couple of kids?" "Not if I can help it," returned Abraham, making a desperate effort to regain his feet. ” “It is very beautiful,” said Ann Veronica in a low tone. I cannot have my wife distressed or worried. "What's that to you?" retorted Jack, surlily.
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