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“I thought Holman was a cattleman,” said Bob. “This looks as if he were a farmer.”,“Giving music lessons isn’t work. I’d love to do that.”,An hour later, coming out of it again, feeling harassed and anxious, he finds Dorothy walking restlessly up and down the corridor outside, as though listening for some sound she pines to hear. Her pretty face, usually so bright and debonnaire, is pale and sad. Her lips are trembling.,"Ay, but I wasn't paid to lose my leg," called out the man.,“You sure?” demanded Ted. “I wonder how in thunder they drifted into this here party. I figgered it was all ours.”,“One day the Kid sent me out to rustle a hand-out. We were in Iowa at that time, just when they were bringing in the wheat harvest. I went up to a farmhouse and started my spiel on a lady who came to the door. She let me finish what I had to say, took me in and without a word gave me a big spread. But when I got through she made up for her silence. She began jawing at me just as a mother might.”,Once again on the piazza Jerry said, “What is it?”,"I don't think so," retorted Isabella, rising. "Of course, I know that he is clever, but as to being great, he isn't known beyond this place." She walked to the end of the veranda, and stood for a moment in the glare of the sunshine. Suddenly an idea seemed to strike her, and she turned toward the negress.,"Patricia Louise Kendall! That's sacrilege!" gasped the scandalized Miss Jinny.,"Oh, then," said Etwald, turning toward Jen, "I am not to be accused of the murder.","I may say that horrid speech, but I certainly can't pretend I was bored during our drive, because I am not," says Mona.,Old people were queer, thought John, for “balm” was something that was used for wounds—he knew that very well—and yet there lay Jeremias and said that there was balm in those words, “God will never, never forsake thee.”.