`It is not eight o'clock!' she answered, rising unwillingly. `Hareton, I'll leave this book upon the chimney-piece, and I'll bring some more tomorrow.'

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books, and colored stuffs.

Great fat tears oozed out of the corners of Hagrid's crinkled eyes again; he grasped Harry's arm and shook it �

in the middle of the potato-field. She put a great potato into his

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the finest fowl I ever saw in my life; it's finer than our parson's