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‘I’m sure thribble isn’t grammar,’ Anthea said. ‘The ones _I_ got are all right,’ Jane said ‘I know they are, because the man at the shop said they were worth thribble the money–‘ ‘They were jolly cheap,’ said whoever it was, and I think it was Robert, ‘and suppose they didn’t go off on the night? Those Prosser kids would have something to snigger about then.’ It began with the day when it was almost the Fifth of November, and a doubt arose in some breast–Robert’s, I fancy–as to the quality of the fireworks laid in for the Guy Fawkes celebration. And choose the loveliest gifts for you, from me.Īnd hers, whose name by yours is set Your book, my book, the book of Margaret!Ĩ The Cats, the Cow, and the Burglar 9 The Burglar’s Bride
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