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"What is to be done? What is to be done?" cried Miss Acton. CHAPTER XVII THE DREAD DAY DAWNS Anson shuddered. "Aw, who's goin' to peep?' he returned..
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"Look here, Bill," cried Maurice. "You don't want'a hurt Teacher Stanhope's feelin's, do you!" He glanced at the window. It was raised but a few inches; exit was effectively closed in that direction. He made up his mind to reach for his hat and walk with dignity from the class, the church and those soulless, sinister-faced people who watched and waited gloatingly for his downfall. No, there was still a better plan. He would stagger and grope his way out like one who had been suddenly stricken with sickness. Yes, that was what he would do. "Glad to see you safely back, Captain Weaver," cried Miss Acton. "Next mornin'," continued Cobin, "Frank went over to see old Scroggie. He wanted to hear him say what he told him the night afore, ag'in. It was gettin' along towards spring; the day was warm an' smelled of maple sap. Scroggie's cabin door was standin' ajar, Frank says. The ol' man was sittin' in his chair, a Bible upside down on his knees. He was dead!.
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