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North Wind 59
li I'm very sorry for you/' said Diamond.
"Well, it is a life to be tired of—what with old Sal, and so many holes in my shoes."
" I wonder you're so good. I should kill myself."
" Oh no, you wouldn't! When I think of it, I always want to see what's coming next, and so I always wait till next is over. Well! I suppose there's somebody happy somewheres. But it ain't in them carriages. Oh my! how they do look sometimes—fit to bite your head off! Good-bye!"
She ran up the hill and disappeared behind it. Then Diamond shut the door as he best could, and ran through the kitchen-garden to the stable. And wasn't he glad to get into his own blessed bed again I |
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