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That word pauper rankled a good deal in my breast, for it was quite

evident to ht I was fro him that I was not

"But I will show hi in me to make him believe it It's too bad"

I was busy, as I said that, arranging a barrowful of plants in rows,

where they were to be surrounded with earth, "plunged," as we called it,

under the shelter of a wall, where they would get warmth and sunshine

and grow hardy and strong, ready for taking in to the shelter of the

greenhouse when the weather turned cold

It was soh, I let the

memory of that word rankle still

To carry out e wide

barrow, and set them down in the trench that had been cut for the one down a luht me so smartly on the back that I nearly dropped the

flower-pot and started upright, looking round for the thrower of the

piece of clay, for there it was at uessed at once that it was Philip, though it

ooseberry bushes or the

low hornbeae, about twenty yards away