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and brown confronted each other for some moments with unblinking defiance
in their gaze. At last Teddy's patience gave way, and twisting up his
little features into a most grotesque grimace, he mounted a hassock to
give her the full benefit of it.

Instantly, out came a little red tongue at him, and at this daring piece
of audacity he gasped out loud, 'I hate you!' Then, as all eyes in the
surrounding pews were turned upon him, and his mother's shocked gaze met
his, Teddy crimsoned to the roots of his hair, and taking up a large
Prayer-book, he used it as a shield from his small antagonist during the


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