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“It will be your turn next,” said Bob as they turned off the light. Suddenly Nils, with a slyer look than usual on his sly face, went down into the cabin. A minute after he came stamping up again. A few moments later Johnny remarked, “The goat ought really to go to Grassy Island today.”.
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"I am spinning, my pretty child," answered the old woman, who did not know who she was. "As you say, sire," responded the Marquis of Carabas, "for it is a meadow which yields an abundant crop every year." Their flight was swift, swooping something like a bird’s. From one tower the bucket would speed, only to stop silently and, almost before its crossways movement had ended, it would drop to the surface of the work. An instant to unload the bucket and in a flash it was up and gliding like the wind back to its starting point. The menaces, and at length entreaties of the duke, to prevail with his son to abandon his present way of life, were equally ineffectual. Secure in his own power, Riccardo laughed at the first, and was insensible to the latter; and his father was compelled to relinquish the attempt. The duke, however, boldly and passionately accused him of having plundered and secreted a lady and cavalier, his friends, at the same time describing Julia, for whose liberation he offered large rewards. Riccardo denied the fact, which so much exasperated the duke, that he drew his sword with an intention of plunging it in the breast of his son. His arm was arrested by the surrounding banditti, who half unsheathed their swords, and stood suspended in an attitude of menace. The fate of the father now hung upon the voice of the son. Riccardo raised his arm, but instantly dropped it, and turned away. The banditti sheathed their weapons, and stepped back..
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