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He is a tall young man, about thirty-two, yet looking younger, with a somewhat sallow complexion, large dreamy brown eyes, and very fine sleek black hair. He wears neither moustache nor whiskers, principally for the very good reason that Nature has forgotten to supply them. For which perhaps he should be grateful, as it would have been a cruel thing to hide the excessive beauty of his mouth and chin and perfectly-turned jaw. These are his chief charms, being mild and thoughtful, yet a trifle firm, and in perfect accordance with the upper part of his face. He is hardly handsome, but is certainly attractive.,“It was good of you,” he said as gravely as the Indian had spoken. “But you can help me further perhaps.”,"Ann," he commanded, "you run along and get your supper.","You may," says Mona, bracing herself for the ordeal.,"You don't tell me, Willium! Why then, salts is jest what he needs. I'll wake him up an' give 'em to him.",The expression on the childish countenance became even more complex and a close observer could have seen that all was not going to be well with Moses Wopp for the next few days, and that “he’d be sorry.”,"Yep. Have you found the stuff they stole from the store, Bill?",“A girl under foot all the time,” Shifty complained. He had no sister.,"Grandmother, what long legs you have!",Old Harbour House stood about a mile from the Harbour. It confronted the town which lay about one mile and a half off, right across a wide, romantic, heavily-wooded ravine. The banks of this gap sloped softly and pleasantly into a plain of meadows and two or three farms whose dyes of roof and cattle enriched the verdure; and down there ran a river singing in measures of music as it flowed into the Harbour and mingled its bright water with the brine of the deep beyond.,"Is it very late?" says Mona, awaking from her happy dreams with a start.,"Well, you know, it was much too much,—it was really," says Mr. Darling, very earnestly. "Mrs. Geoffrey, won't you come to my rescue?"..