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The voice choked up and a tear splashed down on the hand clenched on her lap.,“Never mind grammar, or spelling, whichever it is; what did Flash do?”,“Do you mean there’s a chance for a dam?” asked Bob.,"I'll be bound for you, Elinor Kendall, to find the sweetness in every sour apple. Not that your Doris Leighton is sour on the outside. She's much too sweet for my taste. I don't trust them when they're so unearthly sweet.",Patricia cuddled down in the pillows again, with a chuckle.,“She won’t do it; she said so before. She wants to be Alan-bane.”,"I will tell him," says Mona.,"Never mind all that," says Doatie: "what did she say?","Oh, he couldn't say anything right out," replied Griffin knowingly, "but he made it hot for us, I tell you. Poor old Bottle Green caught it first, for painting before he'd given her permission, and then he jumped on me for not painting. Radford caught it and then he lit on Slovinski for using the Whistler palette, and she just blew up! These Poles aren't like us tame tabbies, you know, and she's full of ginger, for all her sleepy ways. She's terribly high-born, you know, and can't bear anyone to look cross-eyed at her.",“Do you know that piece of music called ‘The Rose of Larst Summer’?” inquired the musical connoisseur.,"Oh, no, not that," says Mona. "Poor Ireland! Every one either laughs at her or hates her. Though I like my adopted country, still I shall always feel for old Erin what I could never feel for another land.",From the bottom of his heart he wished that he had never seen the place, never encountered the spirit of its woods-born. He knew his capabilities and for once in his life, he confessed to himself, he had over-estimated them. He wanted to give this boy now standing so fearlessly before him a whipping such as he would remember to his dying day, but to save his life he couldn't enter into the task with his old-time zest—not with those clear eyes looking so contemptuously into his very soul..