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“No, it can’t wait one minute longer’n it’ll take me to get to town. Maybe I can come back though.”,"It means, o' course, that we'll get no more fish," spoke up the practical Scraff.,"Thank you so much," she said in a tone of such even sweetness that Patricia felt uncomfortable, though she did not know why.,Billy took the can she held toward him, and made a face that was half fun, half discontent, yet not unloving. As his mother turned indoors he noticed again that she was pale, and that her shoulders drooped; and a sudden heat rose in his heart against the widowhood and poverty that made it necessary for her to work so hard. When he grew to be a man, he told himself, he would buy her a diamond ring and a silk dress; and she should sit all day in the big rocking chair and work no more.,Etwald looked round for a chair, selected the most comfortable, and sat down with great deliberation.,"Yes, and I honor you for it," said Jen, kissing her hand. "But tell me one thing. Why did you make that midnight visit?",The marquis, meanwhile, whose indefatigable search after Julia failed of success, was successively the slave of alternate passions, and he poured forth the spleen of disappointment on his unhappy domestics.,"Well, you didn't," says Mona. "Are you engaged to her?",His voice breaks: with a groan he sinks back again upon his pillow.,Mrs. Dallas fell back on the sofa, with a white face. Dido laughed in a guttural fashion, and shrugged her shoulders contemptuously.,Weasel Heart said, "There is a lodge painted with black buffalo." As he spoke thus, Fisher said, "I see another lodge, standing in front of it." Weasel Heart saw that lodge too—the yellow-painted-buffalo lodge.,“Far out?” asked Grandmother..