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"Correct! Now, boys, we will get on with our lesson." "She ought to make Cleveland before dark if this breeze holds," the light-house keeper said as he twisted the big cigar which the commodore had given him about in his fingers. "Just what word was it that lawyer chap, Maddoc, wanted us to get to Swanson, at the foot, Erie?" "An' that's why you throwed it," exclaimed the admiring Maurice. "Gosh, nobody else would'a thought of that.".
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Stanhope sank back on his box, his relaxed nerves throbbing and his lips forming the words: "Thank God!" Even in three days the weather had worked a miracle in the increase of the beauty of the orchards in which the Admiral sat pipe in mouth, tankard at elbow, embowered; a sort of figure who when at his window would have greatly[Pg 147] puzzled the Knight of Spenser's Faerie Queene; for what should such a shape secretly ambushed in a spot fit only for the dancing tread of the fairy, or the gaping stare of the ogre who tries to see how the land lies by peering through two apple boughs, what should such a shape signify, briefly arresting the clouds of smoke which rose from his lips by vain efforts to extinguish by copious draughts from his tankard the magical fires that blazed in its interior? Whether the Knight would have tilted at the figure or pricked his horse into headlong flight is a conjecture that must be left to those who have read the poem and know the man. "Concerning the purported will of the eccentric Mr. Scroggie?" he ventured at length, his host having lapsed into silence. "Yes, but if he goes an' tells your Ma, what then?".
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