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"Yet I think you should have told me," she whispers, as a last fading censure. "Do you know you have made me very unhappy?",After their laughter at her dramatic disappearance had died down, they sat quietly in the twilight watching the lamps flicker into life across the park, each one busy with her own thoughts.,"Full up, teacher. Now let's have the good news.","Yes, you do," says Mona, with a little obstinate shake of her head. "You call us dirty, for one thing.","I'm well, thanks," and Billy gazed innocently back into Caleb's eyes. "I hope your rheumatiz is better, Mr. Spencer.","Enjoying myself?—No, I never do that," says Rodney, with unexpected frankness.,"You have certainly made out a strong case against this man," said Meg, after a pause, "but it is all theory. Your proofs?",Half an hour later, seated about the roaring fire in Stanhope's cottage, huge cups of hot coffee on their knees, the venturesome strangers seemed none the worse for their trying experience. The larger of the two, a powerfully-built man with pleasant clean shaven face and keen blue eyes, turned now to Stanhope.,"Well, the lightnin' part of this un's about past us, Maurice. But the rain's comin'. Guess that ol' elm's done fer. She's dead, though, else she wouldn't burn like that. By hokey!" he broke off, "will you look here?",“Mudgie never saw any fairies,” replied Mrs. Mifsud, “But she is glad St. Elmo can see them.”,This is half a question; and Geoffrey, answering it from his heart, sinks even deeper into the mire.,"Over to our place. I told her about Ma fallin' an' breakin' the meat-platter, an' I guess she misunderstood. She tried to take me along with her. I had an awful time to get 'way from her.".