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After dropping Bartley Hubbard at the Events building Lapham drove on down Washington Street to Nankeen Square at the South End where he had lived ever since the mistaken movement of society in that direction ceased he had not built but had bought very cheap of a terrified gentleman of good extraction who discovered too late that the South End was not the thing and who in the eagerness of his flight to the Back Bay threw in his carpets and shades for almost nothing Mrs Lapham was even better satisfied with their bargain than the Colonel himself and they had lived in Nankeen Square for twelve years they had seen the saplings planted in the pretty oval round which the houses were built flourish up into sturdy young trees and their two little girls in the same period had grown into young ladies the Colonels tough frame had expanded into the bulk which Bartleys interview indicated and Mrs Lapham while keeping a more youthful outline showed the sharp print of the crows foot at the corners of her motherly eyes and certain slight creases in her wholesome cheeks the fact that they lived in an unfashionable neighbourhood was something that they had never been made to feel to their personal disadvantage and they had hardly known it till the summer before this story opens when Mrs Lapham and her daughter Irene had met some other Bostonians far from Boston who made it memorable they were people whom chance had brought for the time under a singular obligation to the Lapham ladies and they were gratefully recognisant of it they had ventured a mother and two daughters as far as a rather wild little Canadian watering place on the St Lawrence below Quebec and had arrived some days before their son and brother was expected to join them two of their trunks had gone astray and on the night of their arrival the mother was taken violently ill Mrs Lapham came to their help with her skill as nurse and with the abundance of her own and her daughters wardrobe and a profuse single hearted kindness when a doctor could be got at he said that but for Mrs Laphams timely care the lady would hardly have lived he was a very effusive little Frenchman and fancied he was saying something very pleasant to everybody

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After dropping Bartley Hubbard at the Events building, Lapham drove on down Washington Street to Nankeen Square at the South End where he had lived. Ever since the mistaken movement of society in that direction ceased, he had not built but had bought very cheap of a terrified gentleman of good extraction who discovered too late that the South End was not the thing and who in the eagerness of his flight to the Back Bay threw in his carpets and shades for almost nothing. Mrs Lapham was even better satisfied with their bargain than the Colonel himself and they had lived in Nankeen Square for twelve years. They had seen the saplings planted in the pretty oval round which the houses were built flourish up into sturdy young trees and their two little girls in the same period had grown into young ladies. The Colonel’s tough frame had expanded into the bulk which Bartley’s interview indicated and Mrs Lapham, while keeping a more youthful outline, showed the sharp print of the crow’s foot at the corners of her motherly eyes and certain slight creases in her wholesome cheeks. The fact that they lived in an unfashionable neighbourhood was something that they had never been made to feel to their personal disadvantage and they had hardly known it till the summer before this story opens when Mrs Lapham and her daughter Irene had met some other Bostonians far from Boston who made it memorable. They were people whom chance had brought for the time under a singular obligation to the Lapham ladies and they were gratefully recognisant of it. They had ventured a mother and two daughters as far as a rather wild little Canadian watering place on the St Lawrence below Quebec and had arrived some days before. Their son and brother was expected to join them. Two of their trunks had gone astray and, on the night of their arrival, the mother was taken violently ill. Mrs Lapham came to their help with her skill as nurse and with the abundance of her own and her daughter’s wardrobe and a profuse single-hearted kindness when a doctor could be got at. He said that but for Mrs Laphams timely care the lady would hardly have lived. He was a very effusive little Frenchman and fancied he was saying something very pleasant to everybody

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After dropping Bartley Hubbard at the Events Building, Lapham drove on down Washington Street to Nankeen Square. At the South End, where he had lived ever since the mistaken movement of society in that direction ceased, he had not built, but had bought very cheap--of a terrified gentleman of good extraction who discovered too late that the South End was not the thing, and who, in the eagerness of his flight to the Back Bay, threw in his carpets and shades--for almost nothing.

Mrs. Lapham was even better satisfied with their bargain than the Colonel himself, and they had lived in Nankeen Square for twelve years. They had seen the saplings planted in the pretty oval, round which the houses were built, flourish up into sturdy young trees, and their two little girls, in the same period, had grown into young ladies. The Colonel's tough frame had expanded into the bulk which Bartley's interview indicated, and Mrs. Lapham, while keeping a more youthful outline, showed the sharp print of the crow's foot at the corners of her motherly eyes, and certain slight creases in her wholesome cheeks.

The fact that they lived in an unfashionable neighbourhood was something that they had never been made to feel to their personal disadvantage, and they had hardly known it, till the summer before this story opens, when Mrs. Lapham and her daughter Irene had met some other Bostonians far from Boston who made it memorable. They were people whom chance had brought for the time under a singular obligation to the Lapham ladies, and they were gratefully recognisant of it.

They had ventured, a mother and two daughters, as far as a rather wild little Canadian watering place on the St. Lawrence below Quebec, and had arrived some days before their son and brother was expected to join them. Two of their trunks had gone astray, and, on the night of their arrival, the mother was taken violently ill. Mrs. Lapham came to their help with her skill as nurse, and with the abundance of her own and her daughter's wardrobe--and a profuse single-hearted kindness. When a doctor could be got at, he said that, but for Mrs. Lapham's timely care, the lady would hardly have lived. He was a very effusive little Frenchman and fancied he was saying something very pleasant to everybody.

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After dropping Bartley Hubbard at the Events building, Lapham drove on down Washington Street to Nankeen Square at the South End, where he had lived ever since the mistaken movement of society in that direction ceased. He had not built but had bought very cheap of a terrified gentleman of good extraction who discovered too late that the South End was not the thing and who in the eagerness of his flight to the Back Bay threw in his carpets and shades for almost nothing.

Mrs Lapham was even better satisfied with their bargain than the Colonel himself and they had lived in Nankeen Square for twelve years; they had seen the saplings planted in the pretty oval round which the houses were built flourish up into sturdy young trees and their two little girls in the same period had grown into young ladies. The Colonel’s tough frame had expanded into the bulk which Bartley’s interview indicated, and Mrs Lapham, while keeping a more youthful outline, showed the sharp print of the crow’s foot at the corners of her motherly eyes and certain slight creases in her wholesome cheeks.

The fact that they lived in an unfashionable neighbourhood was something that they had never been made to feel to their personal disadvantage, and they had hardly known it till the summer before this story opens, when Mrs Lapham and her daughter Irene had met some other Bostonians far from Boston who made it memorable.

They were people whom chance had brought for the time under a singular obligation to the Lapham ladies and they were gratefully recognisant of it; they had ventured, a mother and two daughters, as far as a rather wild little Canadian watering place on the St Lawrence below Quebec, and had arrived some days before. Their son and brother was expected to join them. Two of their trunks had gone astray, and on the night of their arrival the mother was taken violently ill. Mrs Lapham came to their help with her skill as nurse and with the abundance of her own and her daughter’s wardrobe and a profuse single-hearted kindness.

When a doctor could be got at he said that but for Mrs Lapham’s timely care the lady would hardly have lived. He was a very effusive little Frenchman and fancied he was saying something very pleasant to everybody.

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After dropping Bartley Hubbard at the Events building, Lapham drove on down Washington Street to Nankeen Square at the South End where he had lived ever since the mistaken movement of society in that direction ceased. He had not built but had bought very cheap of a terrified gentleman of good extraction, who discovered too late that the South End was not the thing, and who in the eagerness of his flight to the Back Bay threw in his carpets and shades for almost nothing. Mrs Lapham was even better satisfied with their bargain than the Colonel himself, and they had lived in Nankeen Square for twelve years. They had seen the saplings planted in the pretty oval round which the houses were built flourish up into sturdy young trees, and their two little girls in the same period had grown into young ladies. The Colonel's tough frame had expanded into the bulk which Bartley's interview indicated, and Mrs Lapham, while keeping a more youthful outline, showed the sharp print of the crows foot at the corners of her motherly eyes and certain slight creases in her wholesome cheeks. The fact that they lived in an unfashionable neighbourhood was something that they had never been made to feel to their personal disadvantage, and they had hardly known it till the summer before this story opens, when Mrs Lapham and her daughter Irene had met some other Bostonians far from Boston, who made it memorable. They were people whom chance had brought for the time under a singular obligation to the Lapham ladies, and they were gratefully recognisant of it. They had ventured a mother and two daughters as far as a rather wild little Canadian watering place on the St Lawrence below Quebec, and had arrived some days before their son and brother was expected to join them. Two of their trunks had gone astray and on the night of their arrival the mother was taken violently ill. Mrs Lapham came to their help with her skill as nurse and with the abundance of her own and her daughters' wardrobe and a profuse single hearted kindness. When a doctor could be got at, he said that but for Mrs Lapham's timely care the lady would hardly have lived. He was a very effusive little Frenchman and fancied he was saying something very pleasant to everybody.

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After dropping Bartley Hubbard at the Events building, Lapham drove on down Washington Street to Nankeen Square. At the South End — where he had lived ever since the mistaken movement of society in that direction ceased — he had not built, but had bought very cheap, of a terrified gentleman of good extraction who discovered too late that the South End was not the thing and who, in the eagerness of his flight to the Back Bay, threw in his carpets and shades for almost nothing. Mrs Lapham was even better satisfied with their bargain than the Colonel himself, and they had lived in Nankeen Square for twelve years. They had seen the saplings, planted in the pretty oval round which the houses were built, flourish up into sturdy young trees, and their two little girls in the same period had grown into young ladies. The Colonels tough frame had expanded into the bulk which Bartley's interview indicated, and Mrs Lapham, while keeping a more youthful outline, showed the sharp print of the crows foot at the corners of her motherly eyes and certain slight creases in her wholesome cheeks. The fact that they lived in an unfashionable neighbourhood was something that they had never been made to feel to their personal disadvantage, and they had hardly known it till the summer before this story opens, when Mrs Lapham and her daughter Irene had met some other Bostonians far from Boston, who made it memorable. They were people whom chance had brought for the time under a singular obligation to the Lapham ladies, and they were gratefully recognisant of it. They had ventured — a mother and two daughters — as far as a rather wild little Canadian watering place on the St Lawrence, below Quebec, and had arrived some days before their son and brother was expected to join them. Two of their trunks had gone astray and, on the night of their arrival, the mother was taken violently ill. Mrs Lapham came to their help with her skill as nurse and with the abundance of her own and her daughters wardrobe and a profuse, single-hearted kindness. When a doctor could be got at he said that but for Mrs Lapham's timely care the lady would hardly have lived. He was a very effusive little Frenchman and fancied he was saying something very pleasant to everybody.

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After dropping Bartley Hubbard at the Events building, Lapham drove on down Washington Street to Nankeen Square at the South End, where he had lived ever since the mistaken movement of society in that direction ceased. He had not built but had bought very cheap of a terrified gentleman of good extraction, who discovered too late that the South End was not the thing, and who, in the eagerness of his flight to the Back Bay, threw in his carpets and shades for almost nothing.

Mrs Lapham was even better satisfied with their bargain than the Colonel himself and they had lived in Nankeen Square for twelve years. They had seen the saplings planted in the pretty oval, round which the houses were built, flourish up into sturdy young trees, and their two little girls in the same period had grown into young ladies.

The Colonel’s tough frame had expanded into the bulk which Bartley’s interview indicated, and Mrs Lapham, while keeping a more youthful outline, showed the sharp print of the crow’s foot at the corners of her motherly eyes and certain slight creases in her wholesome cheeks. The fact that they lived in an unfashionable neighbourhood was something that they had never been made to feel to their personal disadvantage and they had hardly known it till the summer before this story opens, when Mrs Lapham and her daughter Irene had met some other Bostonians, far from Boston, who made it memorable.

They were people whom chance had brought for the time under a singular obligation to the Lapham ladies and they were gratefully recognisant of it. They had ventured, a mother and two daughters, as far as a rather wild little Canadian watering place on the St Lawrence below Quebec, and had arrived some days before their son and brother was expected to join them. Two of their trunks had gone astray, and on the night of their arrival, the mother was taken violently ill. Mrs Lapham came to their help with her skill as nurse and with the abundance of her own and her daughter’s wardrobe, and a profuse single-hearted kindness. When a doctor could be got at he said that, but for Mrs Lapham’s timely care, the lady would hardly have lived. He was a very effusive little Frenchman and fancied he was saying something very pleasant to everybody!

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After dropping Bartley Hubbard at the Events building, Lapham drove on down Washington Street to Nankeen Square at the South End, where he had lived ever since the mistaken movement of society in that direction ceased. He had not built, but had bought very cheap of a terrified gentleman of good extraction who discovered too late that the South End was not the thing, and who in the eagerness of his flight to the Back Bay threw in his carpets and shades for almost nothing. Mrs. Lapham was even better satisfied with their bargain than the Colonel himself, and they had lived in Nankeen Square for twelve years. They had seen the saplings planted in the pretty oval round which the houses were built flourish up into sturdy young trees, and their two little girls in the same period had grown into young ladies; the Colonel's tough frame had expanded into the bulk which Bartley's interview indicated; and Mrs. Lapham, while keeping a more youthful outline, showed the sharp print of the crow's-foot at the corners of her motherly eyes, and certain slight creases in her wholesome cheeks. The fact that they lived in an unfashionable neighbourhood was something that they had never been made to feel to their personal disadvantage, and they had hardly known it till the summer before this story opens, when Mrs. Lapham and her daughter Irene had met some other Bostonians far from Boston, who made it memorable. They were people whom chance had brought for the time under a singular obligation to the Lapham ladies, and they were gratefully recognisant of it. They had ventured--a mother and two daughters--as far as a rather wild little Canadian watering-place on the St. Lawrence, below Quebec, and had arrived some days before their son and brother was expected to join them. Two of their trunks had gone astray, and on the night of their arrival the mother was taken violently ill. Mrs. Lapham came to their help, with her skill as nurse, and with the abundance of her own and her daughter's wardrobe, and a profuse, single-hearted kindness. When a doctor could be got at, he said that but for Mrs. Lapham's timely care, the lady would hardly have lived. He was a very effusive little Frenchman, and fancied he was saying something very pleasant to everybody.

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its got toad alarm

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alarms against toads

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alarms against toads

They get pretty big in Australia.

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Compared with the intentionally ambiguously written text that BobHale asked people to punctuate--there are two completely different texts there--it was rather easy to punctuate this text, as I had assumed it to be. Punctuation is a good thing, though its use is anything but necessary. Others will no doubt disagree as they have started to already.