At last Gwen took her eye from the telescope, and turned round with a smile of great satisfaction. “I knew it,” she cried. “I knew it! If you look through that telescope, you’ll see the finest star you ever imagined. It is so near that you can almost touch it. In fact, I believe it is. a new star. I think I shall write to the papers about it.” “You don’t say so,” said Polly.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXVI, 18 June 1932, Page 10
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75At last Gwen took her eye from the telescope, and turned round with a smile of great satisfaction. “I knew it,” she cried. “I knew it! If you look through that telescope, you’ll see the finest star you ever imagined. It is so near that you can almost touch it. In fact, I believe it is. a new star. I think I shall write to the papers about it.” “You don’t say so,” said Polly. Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXVI, 18 June 1932, Page 10
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