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The man gave him an affectionate slap. “Go, then. You’re a right game kid, sure.” All went well with the preparation; and on a glorious spring night in the full moon, the town and countryside jammed the Opera House “to its eyebrows,” Billy said, looking through the peephole in the curtain to the high window seats crowded with boys. “How do you know?”.
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“Yes, I can come. Shall I bring Clarence, too?” “Yes, I seen them an’ smelt them, too; they shore ’d delight the heart of an Eskermo, Betty.” Had he but dreamed on for an hour or so he would have returned, rested, refreshed, the cheery boy that helped to make the Bennett house a home. But a voice in the road above startled him. Only a word was spoken, a greeting; but it was surly and foreign, Italian. As the party, now restored to composure, left the garden, Mrs. Mifsud remarked with her usual aptness, “I occasionally experience premonitions, Mrs. Wopp, that St. Elmo will some day attain celebrity as a clairvoyant.”.
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