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Chapter 17 In The Night
Word Count: 1722
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Released on: 11/11/2017
house on the hill. Her mind was too crowded with thoughts she could not entertain in the atmosphere of her home; he
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Helen of the Old House
“Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields_.”