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“Oh! we–we know a little about those chlorine-foolers–some of us–about the popping gas-cloud, too!” wetly exploded Sara.

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“No-o, we–shan’t! We’re not ‘squawking’–crying quit! Not giving up! We’re out to make a showing, and we’re going to do it–no matter how hot 杭州夜生活指南 the sun is, or how ‘witchety’ the weeds! Carry on’s the word; carry on!”

The failing squawk had, indeed, become a shout; it was a general cry, from one and all of the war-workers, for all had drawn near to listen–a sprayed cry, too, as if the gust sweeping up from the sea, over which that letter had traveled, brought a little brine on its wings.

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started a voice, moved–half-laughing.
“We’re out to make a showing for the U. S. A.
There’s going to be a hot time before us this day,
But still we’ll make our showing …”

The protest was triumphantly completed by the fresh breeze booming up the vegetables.

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was, at present, hers and Sara’s.

She did not turn to her own corner, but to her friend’s, where was pinned to the translucent canvas a framed photograph, with a Service Star above it.

“Iver!” whispered Olive Deering, tremulously–and again the Maid’s look was on her face–“I’m trying to be worthy of you–of all our Boys–of our talk on that twilight balcony! I’m ‘holding the line!’ I’m carrying 杭州西湖阁论坛 on!”

CHAPTER IX THE “CREATURE FAR ABOVE”
“I light the red candle of Health: strength that I draw from the ocean, buoyancy from the breeze, elasticity from the air, the sands, and ‘dash’ from the wild life about me–dashing health that makes it irksome for me to walk if