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Labh patri check CHAPTER 57. Of Whales in Paint; in Teeth; in Wood; in Sheet-Iron; in CHAPTER XIV IN THE HAUNTED HOUSE,Ricketty jig and away we go.”,"I am spinning flax for Betty, because she has rheumatism in her poor shoulder, and can do nothing, and this much flax must be finished by a certain time. I have nearly got through my portion now," says Mona; "and then we can go home.","What is it, Norn? Didn't you get along all right?" she asked breathlessly.,"Yes. And she rejected him with the peremptoriness which I should have expected in her."，"Gollies!" exulted Maurice. Then uncertainty in his tones, "A feller 'ud have to be a mighty good shot to do that though, Bill."，"I'll teach you to smoke on the sly, you young outlaw, you!"，Again it was very still."The British stage misses a splendid figure, a shining light, in your neglect of it, madam," said the Admiral.

"Very well," says Mona, who is pale and thoughtful.,"Do you know that it's Sunday morning, and I ought to be reading my two chapters?" she demanded severely. "This town life is making me forget my religion already, and as for you, you worldly-minded young sinner, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, beguiling me with your heathenish dance parties. Go along now and let me get my mind in order again.",Miss Jinny laughed, as she shook out a creased skirt, and laid it carefully in the long lower drawer.,"I want'a know all you know about them men that are workin' Hinter's borin' outfit. Why ain't they ever seen outside that tall fence Scroggie's built 'round the derrick, an' why did he build that fence, anyways?","Your husband is looking for you," she says to Mona, in an icy tone. "You had better go to him. This is no place for you.","Nobody stole his horse," replied Billy. "The poor thing was so lean an' hungry that it weaved when it walked; all we did was sneak it out o' the school-yard an' hide it where there was good pasture.",“But you may have broken bones—be seriously injured.”,"Little enough before me, sir," exclaimed Sir William. "Sailors dream of a cottage ashore, but when they come to it—I like my little perch: 'tis not Old Harbour House," says he, casting his eye over the building, "but I could wish the sea were within range of its windows. I was down in the Harbour yesterday admiring the lines of your Minorca. She lay upright on the mud, awash to her garboard strake about, and I liked her lines in the run, and believed I could see a hint to our shipwrights in the cleanness and beauty of her entry.","By George!" cried the big man, slapping his friend's knee. "There's a boy for you, Doctor. Why, sir," addressing Stanhope, "not one youngster in a thousand could have done what he did. When he came to us our boat was all but swamped. We had given up. My friend here was utterly helpless with the cold and I was little better. And then he came riding close in like a mere straw on the waves and something flashed past me and fell with a bump against our boat-seat. 'Bale,' he screeched, and I picked up the can he had thrown us and bale I did for all I was worth. Then he came shooting back. 'You got to get out of that trough,' he shouted. 'Throw your painter loose, so's I can grab it as I pass, and I'll straighten your bow to take the seas.'","I shan't see that black witch," cried the poor major. "David--Etwald, send her away.","I should be much obliged for a cask of beef, sir," he said, after touching the narrow penthouse of a queerly constructed fur cap. "It's still a long way home for that there Louisa Ann, whose bin a hundred and seventy days in bringing us so fur.",But no sooner had they come into the little kitchen where Tellef’s mother was roasting coffee over an open fire than John said:.