Jeremy by Sir Hugh Walpole
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den-ly suddenly wra-wra-w-r-a-p-p-e-d wrapped--'"
"Wrapped?" asked Jeremy. "I don't know," said Mary, rubbing her nose, "what it means, but perhaps we'll see presently, herself up in w-o-o-l wool. 'Alice rubbed her eyes and looked again she couldn't--'" "'Looked again she couldn't'?" asked Jeremy. "It should be, 'she couldn't look again.'" "Oh, there's a stop," said Mary. "I didn't see. After 'again' there's a stop. 'She couldn't make out what had happened at all--'" "I can't either," said Jeremy crossly. "It would be better perhaps if I read it myself." "It will be all right in a minute," said Mary confidently. "'Was she in a shop? And was that really--was it really a ship that was sitting on the counter?'" she finished with a run. "A what?" asked Jeremy. "A ship--" "A ship! How could it sit on a counter?" he asked. "Oh no, it's a sheep. How silly I am!" Mary exclaimed. "You do read badly," he agreed frankly. "I never can understand |
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