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"Ah, but how about Doris?" questioned Elinor sadly. "Isn't she to be remembered?",Judith tossed her head, with a little giggle at her own expense.,Just then Father grabbed John by the shoulder. Ugh! it was horrid when Father took hold that way, for it usually meant a whipping.,“Never mind Mosey, yer heart don’t need fixin’ anyhow,” comforted Betty.,"What I say. It's no use your assuming that innocent air, Maurice. You have not treated Lady Meg well!","Well, I will go," he says, "on one condition,—that you come with me.","Can I do so?",“Yes, I s’pose we can listen to you scramble up and down the piano keys all night, but if I do anything it’s another story.”,Her face changes. He has made no mention of the treasured gown, has said no little word of praise.,After several excuses, she was obliged to go and fetch the key. Blue Beard having examined it, said to his wife, "Why is there blood on this key?" "I don't know," answered the poor wife, paler than death.,"She looks swift even as she lies at rest," said Miss Acton.,“Sour’s licked me ’cause I’m a n-nigger, ’n gave T-Twinnies some f-flowers an’ walked with ’em. He’s back there now l-lickin’ the T-Twins.”.