Then Brother Michael went away and after a while the fellow out of third of grammar turned in towards the wall and fell asleep. His mother had told him not to speak with the rough boys in the college. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt. Well, I `come,' you see--but I don't go! There'll be plenty of time for that.
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