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Wah? he says. That? said Isabel. That is the ball Mr. Meredith used to play with when he was a little boy. She looks at a door on the left of the hall, and puts a finger to her lip. Hush! she says. We must be quiet. Daddy and grandpa are busy in there cornering wheat. And softly mother and child go out into the sunlit garden. |
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