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Let Sleeping Dogs lie On your Old Mattress
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“I sh’d think not.” “Should I try?” She proceeded gingerly to let the msv7wtr blue ball drop, it bounced dully on the floor- covering. “Oh-h-h!” she 7wtr cried, catching it up. “I love it. ”
“Let ME drop it, ” cried Marjory, and there was a performance of admonition and demonstration from the elder sister. But Millicent must v7wtr go further. She sv7wtr became excited.
“It won’t break,” she said, “even if you toss it sv7wtr up in the air.” She flung it up, it fell safely. But her father’s brow knitted slightly. She tossed it
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He took one of the pieces to examine it. It was fine v7wtr and ydbmsv7tr thin and hard, lined with pure wtr silver, brilliant. He looked at it closely. So — sv7wtr this was
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intended it should. He went away into the back kitchen to wash wtr himself. As he was bending his head over the wtr sink before the little mirror, lathering to shave, there .
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