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"Yes; the one with the brown feather," returns Mona, quickly, and with a smile radiant and grateful, that sinks into Violet's heart and rests there.,“I don’t suppose they could,” returned Mr. Whitney, “but the uncertainty kept many a prospective irrigator from spending his time or energy in the work. Now, however, even Mexico is strong for the completion of the big dam, as it will irrigate a lot of her land which before was desert. Besides, it will cost them nothing and that always appeals to folks—including Mexicans!”,"American, your honour.","Oh Frank—" she began, but he checked her utterance with his lips.,"Could you?" she says hopefully. "How?","You are not armed, I think," said the Admiral, "whilst the Minorca carries some carronades and a stand of small arms in her cabin. Mr Lawrence is a fighting man, and his situation is one of desperation and"—his voice sank as he added—"piracy.","You will introduce me to your wife?" she asks, after a few minutes, in her even, trainante voice, and is then taken up to the big arm-chair before the fire, and is made known to Mona.,"You are not my guest," retorted Jen, furiously.,“O, that chestnut!” scornfully ejaculated Isobel.,"But how do you know it isn't David's?" persisted Judith, as she gathered up her letters. "We never asked David when his birthday came, did we?","Dido!" repeated Lady Meg, thoughtfully. "I have heard Mr. Alymer and Mr. Sarby talking about her. A negress, is she not?",Then he would make—h’m—seven baskets of pretty colored paper and fill them with peppermint drops. Everybody liked peppermint drops..