Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother. I completed it according to the directions, you see, and it was a beautiful machine, a triangle sort of, with a steering column I built out of an old wheelbarrow and a hubcap. "He shan't go," cried Edgeworth Bess, holding him by the other hand. Why had he glanced up—quite in that way?.
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