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A sound in the yard and Sofia said : “ There's mother coming . ” " Mother , ” said Luis as his mother entered , “ Why did you not tell me about the sale of the riceland ? ” “ Oh , your father has finally told you .
A sound in the yard and Sofia said : “ There's mother coming . ” " Mother , ” said Luis as his mother entered , “ Why did you not tell me about the sale of the riceland ? ” “ Oh , your father has finally told you .
Page 153
Nena failed to sound casual . “ Since you seem to be in distress , " replied Primo , “ I don't see how I can refuse . " " Goodness gracious ! ” exclaimed Nena . “ Do I have it written all over me ? " “ What is wrong ?
Nena failed to sound casual . “ Since you seem to be in distress , " replied Primo , “ I don't see how I can refuse . " " Goodness gracious ! ” exclaimed Nena . “ Do I have it written all over me ? " “ What is wrong ?
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A faint sound came from the small room and his eyes darted to the door . Helpless impatience was written all over his face . The children continued to play in a corner , seemingly unconcerned by the unseen drama in the next room .
A faint sound came from the small room and his eyes darted to the door . Helpless impatience was written all over his face . The children continued to play in a corner , seemingly unconcerned by the unseen drama in the next room .
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