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Show EJagijah a She is Spelt. A rite suite little buoy, the son of a grate kernel, with a rough around his neck, Hue up the rode as quick as a dear. After a thyme he stopped at a gnu house and wrung the belle. His rnw lilivf lirmi, l. I 1- 1 i u ij wim, ,um niietiut'u wrest. He was two tired to raze his fare, pail face. A feint mown of pane rows from his lips. The made who herd the belle was about to pair a pare, but .she through it down and ran with all her mite, for fear her guessed wood not weight. But when she saw the little one, tiers stood in her ayes at the site. "Ewe poor deer. Why dew yew lye hear? Are you dveing?" "Know," lie said, "eye am feint." She boar hymn inn her arms, as she aught, too a room where he mite bee qmet, gave, hymn bred and meet, held a cent bottle under his knows; untitle his choler, rapped hymn up warmlv, gave hymn a suite drachm from a viol, till at last he went fourth as hail as a young hoarse. |