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I see a wild civility,,“Not in the house; in this room, yes.”,"You could make it yours.",“P’r’aps—p’r’aps it goes through a cave,” suggested Bob. “I’ve read about underground rivers, haven’t you?”,Her hair is falling like a veil all round her; through it she looks out at Rodney with eyes frightened and imploring.,“He was a real little cat Moses, wasn’t he? And you—you must be Pharaoh’s son instead of daughter.” The child laughed and clapped her hands.,The doctor was sent for, the finger-end sewed on, and the hand bandaged.,"Where to?",Thus interrogated, the boy who had caught but one fleeting word of the sentence, reddened, and shuffling his feet, said he’d “often rode a wild cayuse.”,An enlarged crayon portrait in a wide gilt frame of Moses as a baby in a state of round cherubic innocent nudity, had been added recently to the mural decorations and was especially well covered with cloths.,“I’m going to work as soon ’s school’s out; it’s for you and May Nell, too, you know.”,"When Dido says 'Voodoo' he comes," repeated Maurice, greatly puzzled. "Are you talking of Dr. Etwald?".