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Mr. Beale Snatched the Coin, Bit It, and Put It in His Pocket |
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58 |
They Had Run Into Martha and the Baby |
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64 |
He Said, "Now Then!" to the Policeman and Mr. Peasemarsh |
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66 |
The Lucky Children Hurriedly Started for the Gravel Pit |
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78 |
"Poof, poof, poofy," He Said, and Made a Grab |
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86 |
At Double-quick Time Ran the Twinkling Legs of the Lamb's Brothers and Sisters |
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88 |
The Next Minute the Two Were Fighting |
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90 |
He Snatched the Baby from Anthea |
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94 |
He Consented to Let the Two Gypsy Women Feed Him |
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98 |
The Sand-fairy Blew Himself Out |
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122 |
They Flew Over Rochester |
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126 |
The Farmer Sat Down on the Grass, Suddenly and Heavily |
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128 |
Everyone Now Turned Out His Pockets |
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132 |
These Were the Necessaries of Life |
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134 |
The Children Were Fast Asleep |
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138 |
The Keeper Spoke Deep-Chested Words through the Keyhole |
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150 |
There the Castle Stood, Black and Stately |
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164 |
Robert Was Dragged Forthwith—by the Reluctant Ear |
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166 |
He Wiped Away a Manly Tear |
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168 |
"Oh, Do, Do, Do, Do!" Said Robert |
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174 |
The Man Fell with a Splash Into the Moat-water |
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196 |
Anthea Tilted the Pot over the Nearest Leadhole |
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198 |
He Pulled Robert's Hair |
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210 |
"The Sammyadd's Done Us Again," Said Cyril |
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214 |
He Lifted Up the Baker's Boy and Set Him on Top of the Haystack |
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216 |
It Was a Strange Sensation Being Wheeled in a Pony-carriage by a Giant |
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220 |
When the Girl Came Out She Was Pale and
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