Good morning, said he to Little Claus; "you are come betimes

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you; you may be the head of the family, as no doubt you are, but I

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it," cried she, flapping it in Gerda's face. "There sit the (he flicks a switch on the lighter, turning a tiny wheel on the top. After a pause he switches the lighter on.)

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21st, this year of our Lord, 1946, by pumping four bullets into his

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