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Login Register to Fun88l Online Casino: The Journey to Find Reputation in Asia! CHAPTER XIX.—BETTY’S ILLNESS.,“Yes, thank you. But most my heart is hungry. Will you help me to find my mama?”,Bess’s coming launched the procession. People in the vicinity who had not before known of the presence of a circus, knew it now. Everybody talked at once, and every living thing made its own kind of a noise. Billy as Master of Ceremonies had his hands full, his voice full too, one might say.,“Oh, Lord, she’s orl I got,” he wailed. He hinted that there would be no more light in him, than in Job’s blind eye, should Betty be lost to him.,“And I’m always going to be your little girl, too,” the child pleaded; “so Billy must be my papa’s little boy.”，“But the Lord hed his eye on Joner an’ put an orful wind on the sea.”，“Jimmy, can you stand?”，“She won’t do it; she said so before. She wants to be Alan-bane.”Billy looked at her thoughtfully, wondering why her fearless criticism did not displease him; lifted his battered hat and mussed again his tousled hair. “All right, Fair Ellen, I’ll try to obey the—”

It seemed to him that his voice made no sound; that May Nell never ran so slowly; that the travellers would surely not hear him, not stop. How could they hear in all the noise?,“She can’t, you know; she and sister have to work hard to make what we spend now. I don’t do half enough myself.”,“Moses, yer as useless as the hole in a doughnut; here quick gimme yer handkerchief till I mop up yer Par.”,“He didn’t come roun’ here, I kin tell you though,” joined in Mrs. Wopp, energetically. In speaking of Mr. Zelamba, her voice modulated harshly into a key of hyper-acidulated sharps. “I says to Miss Gordon, an’ she jined in with me, a piannerist may be well ’nough as an actor man, but when it comes to takin’ fer keeps, give me a real man.” After taking a deep breath she continued, “My, but he makes a heap of money an’ he loves it, too; but when he gits to be about forty, the lines in his fiz’ll be as tight as my clothes-rope arter a spell of rain.”,It was dark and the handkerchief over his nose rendered one eye ineffective so that he could not see more than a few inches ahead of him. On opening the door he found himself on what seemed a short flight of steps which he proceeded to descend. All at once he tripped and down he went struggling for breath into the font that had been filled with water for the evening baptismal service.,“Mannel Rodd, did you ever ketch a fish?”,The kettle which had been boiling itself hoarse for the last hour, was now called into requisition.,“I must be very careful, then, not to change it,” responded Nell, as she took the seat assigned to her.,“Bring him here.” The man stepped out and laid his hand on a sapling that grew beside the Lodge. May Nell followed with the dog.,“Ugh! Confound their impudence, I’ll make them listen yet to something else than rag.”,CHAPTER XV AGAINST THE FIRE,“We came—we came to bring these,” one ventured timidly, and lifted one end of the basket they carried between them..