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But his mother watched out the night. “Look he’s been here,” said Betty, pointing to a small footprint in the moist soil, “An’ he’s headed down the crick.” CHAPTER XI GOOD-NIGHT IN THE FO’CASTLE.
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“My conscience! How lovely and stylish you look!” The child, accustomed to elegant dress, praised with discriminating eyes. “It was quite all right,” answered Nell, anxiously watching for the reappearance of Mr. Wopp’s knife, “Mr. Eliot gave me a glorious drive over the prairie behind his team of greys, but,” with a sly look towards the young rancher, “I don’t believe he likes to meet trains.” “You needn’t fight any more,” Vilette said, loftily; “we shall marry her ourselves.” “Their knifes bin too dull, and she must quick be done,” Max apologized to Billy on his inspection trips..
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