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“Reflection from the fire box of an engine on the smoke that passes over. The reason it comes in flashes is that it only shows when the fireman opens the door to pitch on another scoop of coal. Yes, there it is again!” They plodded on, much encouraged.,They sat down on a mossy log. Her fingers brushed back his hair as her eyes sought vainly for marks or bruises.,"Ah! Walzes and polkas, you mean?" she says, in a puzzled tone.,"But why?" says Mona, trying to read his face. "Am I so different from other people?","The assassin--you know the assassin? Who is he or she?",“Yes, go away, Billy; I’m not afraid.” May Nell laughed happily. Her quick mind was delighted with the masquerading.,"Mr Greyquill!" cried Miss Acton. "Why, he may have come with news of Lucy. Bid him step in!","Jest couldn't he? I'll take you down to the marsh some day an' show you how quick he kin kill a womper.","A woman," said Miss Acton, "cannot but think with more or less kindness of the man who offers her marriage and who loves her. She may reject him, but she will always feel a tenderness for him.","I could not get Isabella further than the door of your house," exclaimed Mrs. Dallas, who was in deep mourning, whether for Maurice or David, or for the loss of Dido, it was impossible to say.,"Well, I'm goin' to do it." Anson sat up in bed and peered onto the floor.,They ran quickly up the valley, Billy unfastening his few garments as they ran. By the time Billy had reached the bend he was in readiness for the swim across. Without a thought of the long leeches—"blood-suckers" the boys called them—which lay on the oozy bottom of the creek's shallows ready to fasten on the first bare foot that came their way, he waded out toward the channel..