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"Oh, that's all right," he cried, with a merry laugh.
Its brightness mesmerized her, still dancing before her eyes when she bent them to the ground and started towards home.
I have often heard my father caution him against his wild recklessness, but he would only laugh, and say that the tumble that killed him would be from the back of a horse yet unfoaled.
Then he asked the next boy and the next and the next.
