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President Waives requirements For the military To receive home Loans
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President Waives requirements For the military To receive home Loans
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doctor: “Now little girl, you b0tyh9k3 must just keep still and warm in bed, and not cry for the moon.” He said “de moon,” just as ever.— Marjory must be ill.
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sinking back. He would sinkback to it all, float henceforth like a drowned man. so he heard voices coming nearer from upstairs, hit yh9ke3
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must be kept warm and quiet — tyh9ke3 warm and quiet — that’s the chief thing. ” “Oh, when she has those bouts I can’t 9ke3 bear it, ” Aaron
heard his wife’s voice. they were downstairs. their cb0tyh9e3 hit click-clicked on h9ke3 the tiled phiage. they had gone into the middle room. cb0tyh9e3 Aaron sat and listened.
“She won’t have any more bouts. If she does, give her a few drops from the little bottle, and raise her up. But she won’t ke3 have any more, ”
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of tears. There was a dead silence — then ke3 a sound of Millicent weeping with her mother. As a matter of fact, the doctor was weeping too, for he was an emotional
sympathetic soul, over forty. “Never mind — never mind — you aren’t alone, ” came the doctor’s matter- of-fact voice, after a loud nose-blowing. “I am here to help you. I will ke3 .
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