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| Poe | and the law had made the wran |
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linked and looked aroond, Mr, | Poe | let gang o his wife. Klaus pi |
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"biled" - string beans, Mr, | Poe | telt them they'd be flittin a |
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mely and oot o naewhaur. Mrs, | Poe | had bocht them mingin claes. |
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Mr. | Poe | shook his heid. "In loco pare |
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Mr. | Poe | tipped his bunnet tae Judge S |
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Mr. | Poe | took Coont Olaf's airm, and e |
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Mr. | Poe | led the wey ootside, and Judg |
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Mr. | Poe | opened his mooth tae say some |
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Mr. | Poe | hoastit. "Haud on a wee," he |
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Mr. | Poe | pit his haunds up tae say tha |
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Mr. | Poe | took aff his lum hat - it ha |
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"'Dee'd,'" Mr. | Poe | said, "means 'were killed'." |
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icht wi yersel, chiefie," Mr. | Poe | said, "I'd raither Judge Stra |
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he wis aye that thrang," Mr. | Poe | said, "He's an actor, ye ken, |
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's bonnie, richt enough," Mr. | Poe | said, govin oot at the lanely |
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"Dae ye honestly think," Mr. | Poe | said, crabbit, "that efter aw |
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"In yer parents' will," Mr. | Poe | tellt them, "it says ye ve ta |
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"It's a theatre term," Mr. | Poe | telt him, "it jist means 'gui |
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piercin skirl. "Haud on," Mr. | Poe | said, and he liftit the phone |
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dae wi a bit o a dicht," Mr. | Poe | said, peerin aboot in the glo |
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ries, nae wirries at aw," Mr. | Poe | said, pattin him on the back. |
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no happy wi this at aw," Mr. | Poe | said. "It's a pure sin. It's |
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talk tae," Violet said. "Mr. | Poe | is in chairge o whit happens |
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"Whaur is Sunny?" Mr. | Poe | asked. |
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stepped intae the hoose, Mr. | Poe | comin richt ahint them, the B |
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tae be, Afore awfie lang, Mr. | Poe | drove his motor doon a wee ve |
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t guddles o burnt debris. Mr. | Poe | had taen them tae whit wis le |
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ce fell ower stage props. Mr. | Poe | huckled his wife, thinkin it |
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st sat there, dumfoonert. Mr. | Poe | looked up, and cleared his th |
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somebody they kent weel: Mr. | Poe | . Mr. Poe wis a freend o Mr. a |
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"Erm, hullo," said Mr. | Poe | , soondin a bit bumbaiselt. He |
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y," Coont Olaf said, "fae Mr. | Poe | . He telt me youse bairns had |
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e tae rin awa greetin tae Mr. | Poe | ." |
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"We can tak this tae Mr. | Poe | ," Klaus said, pyntin at the b |
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wance I show aw this tae Mr. | Poe | , it'll be gemme's a bogey for |
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nk we should gang tae see Mr. | Poe | ," Violet said. "He telt us wh |
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he children turnt tae see Mr. | Poe | , dressed up tae the nines wi |
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oot in loco parentis like Mr. | Poe | ." |
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ecutor, Violet felt as if Mr. | Poe | wis the executioner. Here he' |
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"We could mebbe ask Mr. | Poe | aboot it," Violet said, no qu |
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ae their terrible loss in Mr. | Poe | 's hoose, and that wis naebody |
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aus kent it as the vyce o Mr. | Poe | . He beltit up the stairs onta |
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he wis gonnae skelp Mr. | Poe | richt in the gub. But then he |
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s, every time askin efter Mr. | Poe | . At lang last, the receptioni |
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in back, but as I'm shair Mr. | Poe | said tae ye, if I tell ye ye' |
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sister Sunny. And this is Mr. | Poe | , wha's been sortin things oot |
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at Mr. | Poe | 's hoose, even though it wis p |
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" Klaus said, mindin whit Mr. | Poe | had telt them, "isnae for tou |
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"But Mr. | Poe | wid awa and phone Coont Olaf |
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sie, and follaed Mr. and Mrs. | Poe | tae their motor. The Baudelai |
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ok at every uggsome sark Mrs. | Poe | had bocht him as he fauldit t |
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maist mingin claes that Mrs. | Poe | had got them, the stuff that |
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the ither flunkie, sayin in a | poe | -faced vyce, "For the Duchess. |
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daft, but they aa luikit that | poe | -faced that she didnae daur la |