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... stood in the dark upper hall and looked through her door as his Papa stood next to her wheelchair with the hair in his hands like a great soft rope , braiding it quickly , pinning it at her neck . Papa had then rested his cheek on her ...
... stood in the dark upper hall and looked through her door as his Papa stood next to her wheelchair with the hair in his hands like a great soft rope , braiding it quickly , pinning it at her neck . Papa had then rested his cheek on her ...
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... stood his own house , all the way back until he had turned completely around and was facing the side of the stable . As he blinked and opened his right eye wide , he saw a dark shadow against the stones which the moon's light had turned ...
... stood his own house , all the way back until he had turned completely around and was facing the side of the stable . As he blinked and opened his right eye wide , he saw a dark shadow against the stones which the moon's light had turned ...
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... stood in the living room across from the library table . Ned's throat began to feel very sore . " Neddy , you look so flushed ! " said Papa . “ Do you feel all right ? " " No , " Ned said miserably . A half hour later , Ned was in bed ...
... stood in the living room across from the library table . Ned's throat began to feel very sore . " Neddy , you look so flushed ! " said Papa . “ Do you feel all right ? " " No , " Ned said miserably . A half hour later , Ned was in bed ...
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