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AoF стратегия When the two of them started for the wheelhouse to consult the charts “And could he beat the old gentleman?” inquired Nell Gordon, vastly entertained.,"And did you hear anythin' of what passed between 'em, Billy?","And you heard them? Nolly, explain yourself," says his sister, severely.,“She can’t, you know; she and sister have to work hard to make what we spend now. I don’t do half enough myself.”,As soon as the funeral was over, the dukes and marquises of the kingdom placed the big Prince on a throne made of gold and diamonds; he wore a splendid crown on his head, and robes of violet velvet embroidered with suns and moons. Then the whole Court cried out, "Long live the King!" and now on all sides there was nothing but rejoicing.，The major looked fixedly at the man.，The negress raised her wild eyes slowly to the face of her mistress. What she saw therein evidently determined her reply. Without a word she bent her head.，At last she looked up and pointed a startling finger at May Nell. “Mary Ellen Smith, my familiars, who guard the portals of futurity, declare that you shall be the first honored. Minions, depart! Slaves, guard the door!”"Oh it might lay an Injun ghost," said the unreasonable Fatty, "but how about a white man's? How about old man Scroggie's, fer instance? You know yourself, Bill, old man Scroggie was a tartar. Nobody ever fooled him while he was alive an' nobody need try now he's dead. If he wants to come back here an' snoop round lookin' fer the money he buried an' forgot where, it's his own funeral. I'm fer not mixin' up in this thing any—"

"Yep," replied David, grinning. "I was afraid she'd regard me as an interloper in the family abode, but she gave me the glad hand in great shape. I didn't think it was in her to be so hearty. She's taken me in, all right.","What would you call the Aurora's average?" enquired Captain Acton.,She broke off suddenly at the swift remembrance of that futile search for health that had led the gentle Mrs. Carson to her grave in far-away Florence. She caught his hand under the table in a quick squeeze, while Elinor hurried into comparisons that claimed Judith's and Tom's close attention.,Oh, dear! Aunt Grenertsen wasn’t comfortable to deal with—not a bit easy in fact—and never had been.,"You are wrong. I had one, and it was stolen by--",To Rodney, last night is one ever to be remembered as being a period almost without end, and as a perfect specimen of how seven hours can be made to feel like twenty-one.,“Ay, ay, sir,” came this time from two boys who had charge of some logs lashed together and crossed and recrossed by a hash-like lot of refuse lumber, and moored with a dog chain.,“Bob breathed so,” said Johnny Blossom.,"I wonder you are not afraid of going too far," he puts in, warningly, his dark eyes flashing.,Maurice dropped on all fours and started wriggling through the rough stubble, sighing in relief as he reached the desired spot.,She caught her breath quickly and a flush stole up beneath the sun and wind stain on her cheeks. There was that in the pressure of the hand on hers, strong yet tender, which swept the feeling of loneliness from her heart.,"You are wrong," says Mona, coldly. "They seldom trouble themselves to speak of you at all." This is crueller than she knows..