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Billy sat silent, striving to keep back the grin that would come in spite of him. Wilson, on pretext of getting his pipe, got up and left the room.,It would have been difficult to tell what was[Pg 304] in Mr Lawrence's mind as he stood viewing Paul for some moments in silence, after that arched-legged hunchback had ceased. He said in a voice without a tremor, in tones as steady and collected as those in which he would ask a man how he was or bid him good-morning: "Have you ever met with mad people?","We will now have—" resumed the teacher, then paused to glare angrily at the stove. From every crack in its rusty sides was pouring forth a whitish-yellow smoke that gripped the throat and smelled like a breath from the very pit of darkness. Mr. Johnston attempted to proceed and failed dismally. He was choking, as was every boy and girl in the room.,Maurice whistled. "Gee! Bill, you don't mean t' tell me that water-snake you call Hawk-killer is him?","No," she replied, "there's no such thing as a ghost, Billy.","Pupils will now take their seats," commanded the teacher, tinkling the bell on his desk. There was a hurried scramble as each boy and girl found his and her place.,"An' phwat is ut?" Old Harry's interest was real. He laid his pipe down on the table and leaned towards Billy.,Stanhope sank back on his box, his relaxed nerves throbbing and his lips forming the words: "Thank God!",Just here the whistle of bob-white sounded from a little distance along the trail.,"Stay all night with Maurice," invited Mrs. Keeler. "You an' him kin pile right into bed now and I'll bring you both a bowl of hot bread and milk.","You kin?" Jim exclaimed. "Well, I'll be razzle-dazzled!","Fact," cried O'Dule, angrily now. "Don't ye be comin' to me, a siventh son av a siventh son, wid such nonsinse. Faith, if yon worthless rabbit-fut kin do phwat ye claim, why not prove ut t' me now?".