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of those with whom he had been conversing, Josiah Boyden tramped along the dusty road, becoming more incensed with every step, as he thought of the individual who had presumed to suggest that he might contribute toward the school fund, and still the gossip at the store progressed, unhindered by the departure of the
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My Reuben, remarked Mr. Jenks,
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But there's a 'scuse fer Boyden, chuckled Nate Burnham, the old fellow behind the stove, as he relighted his pipe, and puffed a few times to determine if it intended to burn.
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There's a sort er 'scuse fer Boyden, he repeated,
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Wal, I think we ought ter have a village improvement sarsiety fer the benefit of us as is out'n school,