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How hard he had hit Tellef in the face! How the blood had spurted out from his nose! It was too bad. Tellef had not been out to play last night or today either. How that jacket of his looked, torn that way! Really, it was a perfect shame.,Scarface went over to the forest and looked all about for the wolverene, but could not see him; so he sat down on a log to rest. "Alas, alas!" he cried; "wolverene, take pity on me. My food is gone, my moccasins are worn out; I fear I shall die.","He is a little difficult; but, on the whole, I think I like Sir Mark better than most men," says Violet, slowly.,“I guess ours’ll be a grown-up chap; but I wish he’d be a boy my size. How do you guess poor old San Francisco looks to-day?”,"Maurice! Maurice!" interrupted the girl, wildly. "Take me to the dead chamber.","Yes, long ago," says Geoffrey, with animation. "Quite an hour ago.",“Oh, John! My boy!” called Mother from the dining-room window.,“Do you need it right away?” Billy stood his wheel against the steps and flung his books on the porch table.,His companion, a tall, thin man, grinned, but said nothing. His red hair was long and straggly; splashes of coal-tar besmeared him from the neckband of his greasy shirt to the bottoms of his much-patched overalls.,"But it is early yet, Mickey, isn't it?" says Mona.,As soon as he shook the water out of his eyes a glance showed him what had happened. Some freak of nature had left a ledge in the bottom of the river over which the water flowed, making a waterfall of perhaps six or eight feet. So even was the edge of the fall that it had not been visible to them as they came down stream through the first rough water.,THE SECOND LETTER OF DR. ETWALD..