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"Croaker," Erie called. At the sound of her voice the crow stopped trying to tear the nosepiece from the lens and cocked his head side-wise.,"No, surface.","You must have acted your part well, my child," said Captain Acton, viewing the girl with admiration and fondness.,As he passed up the aisle something strange and mysterious seemed to draw his eyes toward a certain spot. He looked and there, gazing at him from eyes of blue, rose-bud lips half parted in a smile, was a girl—and such a girl!,Frank lifted a wan face. "You mean——?" his dry lips formed the words.,"Erie out in her boat?" he asked, casually. "I don't hear her voice, or her whistle.","There now!" exulted Anson, glancing triumphantly at his mother, who sat staring and incredulous at the unabashed offender.,Mr Lawrence walked on. He thought of old Greyquill when he passed the place where he had stopped to talk. He crossed the quaint old bridge duplicated in the river, which streamed with becalmed surface up here and mirrored with the precision of a looking-glass the hues and shapes of every bird that swept the glassy surface for an insect, and gaining a rich lane formed by seven or eight hundred years of growth, for a monastery had stood here and a knight had had his manor where now the land was without relic of stone or brick; but the vegetation left by these people flourished, and though not above half a mile in length that lane formed one of the most glorious, soothing, enfolding, impulse-creating walks in all that country-side which abounded in little paradisaical reaches of a like kind; I say Mr Lawrence crossed the bridge, and emerging from the lane struck the high-road, and presently gained his father's cottage.,CHAPTER IX MOVING THE MENAGERIE,"The Phœbe is bound to that port," again interrupted Mr Fellowes.,"No," said Hinter, startled at the directness of look and question. "I don't know.","Don't enter the cabin for half an hour. Then go in and clear up. And if she speaks, make no answer, and take no notice of her, but clean up the mess.".