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"Oh, oh," she breathed, "I didn't know you could talk like that, Elinor. It sounds like some beautiful book.","'I kin that,' says I.",Harry held his breath and watched him, fascinated, as he proceeded to trace the ring.,“Let him play to-day, mother,” she pleaded, when the two stepped into the hall; “he can be a boy only once.”,“I guess so. What else?”,He shivered when Cold Maker entered his lodge and drew his ragged robe about him. They were close friends.,“Yes. They rowed me ashore from the steamer.”,"Do you?" says Geoffrey, in a tone that means much.,"You have spoiled your gown on my account," says Geoffrey, surveying her remorsefully; "and such a pretty gown, too. I don't think I ever saw you looking sweeter than you look to-day. And now your dress is ruined, and it is all my fault!","The name of the place I mean to stay at—my own actual property—is called Coolnagurtheen," goes on Geoffrey, heedless of her censure.,"Why," said Jen, with a nod, "if a post-mortem examination had been made, traces of poison would have been discovered. The poison would have been proved as identical with that of the devil-stick. Thus, beyond all doubt, we should have learned that Maurice had been killed by the devil-stick.","She is a pretty example of the French form," said Captain Acton. "I think I told you she was built at Bordeaux, from which port some elegant structures are sent afloat. But the French cannot approach the Americans as shipbuilders. Take that schooner of mine, the Aurora—by the way, she is due here shortly. I wish she may not have been taken by the enemy.".