Claude Spencer, and Waddles1869 - 16 pages |
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... dear papa ! " sobbed she , throwing her- self before him , " don't flog Claude ! He could not help it ! Indeed he could not ! " " Then I'll make him help it , " said he ; as with one more stroke he sent the boy reeling from the room ...
... dear papa ! " sobbed she , throwing her- self before him , " don't flog Claude ! He could not help it ! Indeed he could not ! " " Then I'll make him help it , " said he ; as with one more stroke he sent the boy reeling from the room ...
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... dear . " " No , me don't like you , and me don't want to sake hands , " lisped the child . Mrs. Wallis made a sickly attempt at a smile , and turned majestically to her seat . She had already decided in her own mind that she had ...
... dear . " " No , me don't like you , and me don't want to sake hands , " lisped the child . Mrs. Wallis made a sickly attempt at a smile , and turned majestically to her seat . She had already decided in her own mind that she had ...
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... dear papa ? " earnestly en- quired the child ; as he looked with an anxious , almost frightened look round the strange room . " Yes , Claude my boy ; you must , and you will try to do right , and be a good boy . " " Yes , pa , " quietly ...
... dear papa ? " earnestly en- quired the child ; as he looked with an anxious , almost frightened look round the strange room . " Yes , Claude my boy ; you must , and you will try to do right , and be a good boy . " " Yes , pa , " quietly ...
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... dear pa , " cried she , " me want to go home , me hate that old ' oman . " Mr. Spencer was getting quite nervous , when Mrs. Wallis came , and tried to take the children from him , saying , " She knew they would be very happy when they ...
... dear pa , " cried she , " me want to go home , me hate that old ' oman . " Mr. Spencer was getting quite nervous , when Mrs. Wallis came , and tried to take the children from him , saying , " She knew they would be very happy when they ...
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... and were very quiet at tea ; but I am afraid they were thinking more of the promised treat of " mice and kittens , " than of anything Mrs. Wallis was saying . CHAPTER III . " Oh ! where's our own dear 16 Claude Spencer .
... and were very quiet at tea ; but I am afraid they were thinking more of the promised treat of " mice and kittens , " than of anything Mrs. Wallis was saying . CHAPTER III . " Oh ! where's our own dear 16 Claude Spencer .
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