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"I wonder what kind of songs you like best," says Mona, dreamily, letting her fingers run noiselessly over the keys of the Collard. "If you are like me, you like sad ones." CHAPTER XXXIV. "I didn't make up the mare, miss, before comin' out wid ye," he says, mildly, telling this lie without a blush..
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Then Kŭt-o-yĭs´ tied his knife, point upward, to the top of his head and began to dance, singing the ghost song, and all the others danced with him; and as he danced up and down he kept springing higher and higher into the air, and the point of his knife cut Wind Sucker's heart and killed him. "I dare say," she says, carelessly, purposely mistaking his meaning: "it must have been cold lying there." There is, for example, her unavoidable touch of brogue, her little gesture of intense excitement, and irrepressible exclamation when anything is said that affects or interests her, and her laugh, which, if too loud for ordinary drawing-room use, is yet so sweet and catching that involuntarily it brings an answering laugh to the lips of those who hear it. He moves towards the door with "pride in his port, defiance in his eye," as Goldsmith would say..
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