“The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the straw. A young woman with a white badge on her arm stood and counted the sections as they entered their vans. " Ruth had read from page to page in "The Child's Garden of Verse," generally unfamiliar to the admirers of Stevenson. But I shan't let him off thus.
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