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"Go to the spring," said the chief, "and tell that young man to let the girl go; she is to be my wife.","He's here all the same," said Judith, interrupting her surprise. "And he sent a message to Elinor, so she'd be prepared, I guess. But I simply can't get to her now. She'll have to find it out for herself.",Anson nodded. "I'll be here," he promised.,"I hardly think this is Sunday work," she says, lightly; "but the poor little thing would have died if left out all night. Wasn't it well you saw him?","I'm a horrid pig to forget," she whispered contritely. "Don't be cross, Frad dear; you know how sorry I am.","More's the pity," sighed Jen, leaning upon the shoulder of Sarby; "but you cherish no anger in your heart now?",The negress laughed with scornful doubt.,If it were only German the men spoke! He had studied German for a half year now and could have managed with that language pretty well, he thought.,"Yet she would renounce her love, would betray him for the sake of filthy lucre," says Mona, gravely. "I cannot understand that.","Dr. Etwald?",Nell’s mirth at Betty’s choice of a hymn could be stifled no longer. Howard’s studied aloofness yielded before her laughter and the hand that was not supporting Betty caught and pressed the small dimpled fingers of Nell.,Captain Acton, deeply affected by his friend's distress, concealed his face by turning his head. Mr Fellowes, who had grasped Mr Lawrence's wrist, cried out: "I feel a thread of pulse. He is not dead. I'll away for our medico, and shall be back with him in a jiffey.".