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For feare she should of lightnesse be detected.","It was two hours ago," says Mona, gently. "And then it was quite daylight, or at least"—truthfully—"only the beginning of dusk.",“Here’s Mis’ Mifsud an’ St. Elmo comin’ in the buckboard,” he announced.,“Mother dear, must I be the Kingthorpe heir?”,"Much better—indeed, quite gone, I am greatly obliged to you, ma'am," he answered. "I find nursing of little account. Gruel and foot-baths and a tallow candle for the nose do not help me so much as fresh air. Fresh air seems to dry the cold up.","The watchers of the dead!" echoed Mrs. Dallas, with a start.,"Return to my house and see Etwald!","The green stick with the gold handle which was placed among the weapons here. It is gone. What has become of it?","Our 'pretty Jane,' on occasions, can talk as much nonsense as—as any woman I ever met," says Geoffrey,—the hesitation being full of filial reverence; "and that may be called, I think, unqualified praise.",“Please excuse me about the boat-hook,” and a small brown hand was stretched out and laid in the merchant’s hand.,It was Miguel Philipe, who during the excitement had been left lying bound in the bushes where the Indian had dumped him. When he was brought under the light of the porch, he was a sorry looking specimen. He had been unable to defend himself from the insects and his face was puffed and mottled and his eyes almost closed.,They paused a moment on the corner for a look at the twilit streets with their white pulsing points of electric lamps flickering above the hurrying crowds, while behind the sky line, with its towers and minarets and huge squares of office buildings, the clear topaz of the winter sunset surged upward in the dimming turquoise sky..