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"If I must die," she replied, looking at him with streaming eyes, "give me a little time to say my prayers.","Well, no, major, I can't say that he was. In fact," added Etwald, with the air of a man making a simple statement, "I hated him!","Let's phone to her and tell her that we all hope Geraldine will soon be well," she said, looking at Elinor with loving confidence.,"It is like a fairy-tale," says Violet, with unwonted excitement. "Oh, Mona, tell us how you managed it.",At this moment Captain Acton cried out, halting as he uttered the words with his eyes fixed in the direction of Old Harbour: "Bless my soul! what can have happened? Is the French Flotilla in sight?",And gents your black and tan,,"I don't know what you mean," said the old man.,"All hunky?" a voice whispered in his ear.,"By what, my dear?",“All right. I’m off!”,"Where's Bill?" Anson asked him.,Bob Hazard knew from Jerry’s spontaneous outburst that Mr. Whitney was to be congratulated, so he made a little speech..