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"But it wouldn't be true," I said

"Wouldn't it?" he replied, with a queer look "Well, I suppose it

wouldn't; but I'll tell hiht with a very cowardly feeling withinme towards the creep-hole of escape, "I shall tell

hiht to where the broken pear

bough lay, jumped up and pulled down the place where it had snapped off,

opened his knife, and tried place off clean, and then went

back to his work

"Now he's offended," I said to

apples in terribly low spirits