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“Yes. I was up on the fence yesterday, and Tellef Olsen went past in the alley and hit me in the back with a long switch”—,"Five, six, sev——",“Oh, oh! It ran—across my—foot!” she gasped, and fell over.,"Have a good time last night?" he asked.,Griffin, who was winking at her behind Elinor's back in a particularly portentous fashion, turned to the door.,Often is the handsome boy,"Say who you think killed Maurice.",“O, Mosey, these leaves is lovely, an’ jist look here roun’ the edge, looks like the fairies has left footprints!”,Their new acquaintance of the corridor stopped at their table as she, too, made her way out.,This is my own, my native land!'",“Why, Betty?”,"I'll never again say that the literary instinct is a burden and a reproach, Ju," said Patricia, with her eyes dancing and her head high. "Your thirst for 'plots' has proved too serviceable for me ever to point the finger of scorn in its direction.".