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Ten minutes later, having bidden their hostess a hearty farewell, they step out into the open air and walk towards the farm.,They had covered quite a lot of ground while talking and now Ted spoke.,"Whisky," he answered solemnly, "two great jugs full avut, Billy Bye.",“Indeed,” said Mother.,"And no wonder," said Etwald, counting off events on his fingers. "The devil-stick, the murder, the theft of the body. This is a catalogue of horrors. A man might do worse than write a story on these things.",“Why, there are those ripe apples. You might climb up in the tree for them, you are so small and light.”,"'Bonnie Lesley:' the poet says of her what I think of you.","Or like Nolly's story that he declines telling me," says Violet, with a laugh.,"Go ahead, if you can do it," said a masculine voice at her elbow. "The Academy won't object, I'm sure.","Look here," says Geoffrey. "I won't have Mona spoiled. If she hadn't a headache, she hadn't, you know, and if you were at home, why, you were, and that's all about it. Why should she tell a lie about it?","The assassin--you know the assassin? Who is he or she?",Jerry turned. “You’re right, I guess. It’s the Labyrinth.”.