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At last a tiny puff of smoke arose, and the girl blew carefully until she had a glowing spark, which she fed with tiny shreds of wood, until 18 suddenly it blazed up brightly.
— from The Torch Bearer: A Camp Fire Girls' Story by I. T. (Ida Treadwell) Thurston
If we don't catch up some,” he added grimly, “I wouldn't want to insure our young friend's life.
— from Average Jones by Samuel Hopkins Adams
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