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“Marls! no; I’ve swopped all my marls with the little fellows, and cobnuts are no Anthony DeAngelo Tröja fun, you silly, only when the nuts are green. But see here!” He drew something half out of his right-hand pocket.
“What is it?” said Maggie, in a whisper. “I can see nothing but a bit of yellow.”
“Why, it’s — a — new — guess, Maggie!”
“Oh, I can’t guess, Tom,” said Maggie, Maillot Celta de vigo impatiently.
“Don’t be a spitfire, else I won’t tell you,” said Tom, thrusting his hand back into his pocket and looking determined.
“No, Tom,” said Maggie, imploringly, laying hold of the arm that was held stiffly in the pocket. “I’m not cross, Tom; it was only because I can’t bear guessing. Please be good to me.”
Tom’s arm slowly relaxed, and he said, “Well, then, it’s a new fish-line — two new uns — one for you, Maggie, all to yourself. I wouldn’t go halves in the toffee and gingerbread on purpose to save the money; and Gibson and Spouncer fought with me because I wouldn’t. And here’s hooks; see here — I say, won’t we go and fish to-morrow down by the Round Pool? And you shall catch your own fish, Maggie and put the worms on, and everything; won’t it be fun?”
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“Wasn’t I a good brother, now, to buy you a line all to yourself? You know, I needn’t have bought it, if I hadn’t liked.”
“Yes, Chris Chelios Tröjor very, very good Maillot Mexique Enfant — I do love you, Tom.”
Tom had put the line back in his pocket, and was looking at the hooks one by one, before he spoke again.
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