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Anson's mouth fell open in terror. "You don't mean—" he commenced, then gulped, unable to proceed. "Now teacher," said Keeler, the prayer over, "you jest set still, an' I'll send Maurice out after your horse." "Why, Captain Acton's daughter, Miss Lucy Acton!".
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"Simply a letter, your honour, folded into four, without address, written in pencil, and not sealed?" said the hunchback. "Naw, why should there be? That's what you're supposed to do, if you get the chance—shoot 'em, an' get the reward." Moll looked up into his face and whined. "Don't worry, girlie," Billy told her, "we're goin' on, but we're comin' back ag'in soon an' have another o' Erie's duck dinners, an' Teacher Stanhope's goin to be with us, don't you ferget that." Some thought whilst eating with his father had occurred to him, and he felt in his pocket for the copy of the letter which he had drawn out with his pocket-handkerchief and which Mr Greyquill had got possession of. The handkerchief was there, but the letter was not. When he had drawn out his handkerchief and felt and found the lining of his pocket bare, when, in short, he completely understood that the letter was not where it ought to be and where he knew it should be, he turned as pale as the muslin curtain that partly veiled his[Pg 151] window, started with an abrupt swagger of motion as though he had been struck violently behind, then with the energy of madness felt in all his pockets, pulling out everything, meanwhile gazing around the room with eyes which seemed on fire with their vigour of scrutiny and passion of fear..
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