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"Well have you got it?" asks he, in a whisper. Mystery seems to encircle them and to make heavy the very air they breathe. In truth, I think it is the veil of secrecy that envelops their small intrigue that makes it so sweet to them. They might be children, so delighted are they with the success of their scheme.,“And the water of the reservoir would cover how many acres?”,"The names are original, at all events," says Geoffrey,—"which is a great charm. One gets so tired of 'Rags and Tatters,' 'Beer and Skittles,' 'Cakes and Ale,' and so forth, where pairs are in question, whether they be dogs or ponies.",And here perhaps it will be as well to explain the trouble that at this time weighs heavily upon the Rodney family.,Wilson leaned against the bench and waited. He knew that Billy had brought him into the shed to speak of other things than decoys.,And she answers,—,One hot noontide he and Eric lay on the wharf in the baking sunshine. It was not Pilot Taraldsen’s wharf near the house, but the old wharf beyond the woods.,“You are all I’ve got, son,” was the quiet reply. “I must let you do the best you can for yourself.”,"And poor!" finished Etwald.,"I do guess it," she answers, slowly. "Well, kill us both, if it must be so." She lays her arms round Rodney's neck as she speaks, even before he can imagine her meaning, and hides her face on his breast.,"That's a good frog-song, Molly, and I believe I can git a squirrel with it, too, if I sing it quite low." He began to squirm out of my arms toward the table and the glass.,"Have you dined?" asked Sir William..