NOT MY WORK!
linkYoung Masbeth shuffled from foot to foot with folded arms, waiting for Ichabod and Mrs. Everest to return out of the old वैन, वान Tassel house. He looked around, the place still strewn with dying trees and farming animals, looking as gloomy and as dull as ever. New York seemed so different, the city sparkled and had a tinge of excitement to it. Ichabod had even considered sending him to school. Which was something he'd never had the priveledge of experiencing. All his life he'd wanted education, but after his mother's death, it was just him and his father, Jonathan Masbeth. Times...
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