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...wonderment for the staring, half-frightened baby, who drops his rattle, and makes a bob at you, as if lie would jump into your waistcoat pocket. But you grow...story, until you tremble for the poor fellow with his guns, behind the palisade ; and are yourself half dead with, fright, when you peep cautiously over...

...baby, who drops his rattle, and makes a bob at you as if he would jump into your waistcoat-pocket. But you grow tired of this ; you tire even of the...story, until you tremble for the poor fellow with his guns behind the palisade ; and are yourself half dead with fright when you peep cautiously over...

...baby, who drops his rattle, and makes a bob at you as if he would jump into your waistcoat-pocket. But you grow tired of this ; you tire even of the...story, until you tremble for the poor fellow with his guns behind the palisade ; and are yourself half dead with fright when you peep cautiously over...

...baby, who drops his rattle, and makes a bob at you as if he would jump into your waistcoat-pocket. But you grow tired of this ; you tire even of the...away into a corner with an old, dog's-eared copy of " Eobinson Crusoe." And you grow heart and soul into the story, until you tremble for the poor fellow...

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...makes a bob at you as if he would jump into your waistcoat-pocket. But you grow tired of this; you tiro even of the swing, and of the pranks of Charlie ;...soul into the story, until you tremble for the poor follow with his guns behind the palisade, and are yourself half dead with fright when you peep cautiously...

...baby, who drops his rattle, and makes a bob at you as if he would jump into your waistcoat-pocket. But you grow tired of this ; you tire even of the...story, until you tremble for the poor fellow with his guns behind the palisade ; and are yourself half dead with fright when you peep cautiously over...

...wonderment for the staring, half-frightened baby, who drops his rattle, and makes a bob at you, as if he would jump into your waistcoat pocket. But you...story, until you tremble for the poor fellow with his guns, behind the palisade ; and are yourself half dead with fright, when you peep cautiously over...

...wonderment for the staring, half-frightened baby, who drops his rattle, and makes a bob at you, as if he would jump into your waistcoat pocket. But you grow tired of this ; you tireeven of the swing, and of the pranks of Charlie ; and you glide away into a corner, with an old,...