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Mr. Darling is a flaxen-haired young gentleman of about four-and-twenty, with an open and ingenuous countenance, and a disposition cheerful to the last degree. He is positively beaming with youth and good spirits, and takes no pains whatever to suppress the latter; indeed, if so sweet-tempered a youth could be said to have a fault, it lies in his inability to hold his tongue. Talk he must, so talk he does,—anywhere and everywhere, and under all circumstances.,"I love Maurice. I intend to marry him," she repeated, and an obstinate expression came over her face.,"I'm Thomas Pledge, acting second mate of this 'ere ship, ma'am.",“Clarence will tell the men where to instal their teams,” the hostess reflected. The boy, who had fought shy of this mere woman’s party, had spent the afternoon in the barn.,"Not in the Harbour!" cried Miss Acton. "Good gracious, has she sunk, do you think?",“Sunday School, too? How long you’ll be away!”,"Certainly; it's young Billy Wilson. You know—the lad who is always roaming the woods.","What did she say to you concerning it?",Everything had to be so proper to suit Father.,"Yes. Girl with light, frizzy hair and green eye.","I must congratulate you, Peri Banou," she said with sharp gayety. "Everyone is saying that the Princess—your sister—is the clou of the ball.",,"One morning something over a year ago a queer little man came to my office. He told me his name, Scroggie, but refused to give me any address. He said he wished to make his will and insisted that I draw it up. It was a simple will, as I remember it, merely stating that 'I something-or-other, Scroggie, hereby bequeath all my belongings, including land and money, to Frank Stanhope.' I made it out exactly as he worded it, had it sealed and witnessed and handed it to him. But the old fellow refused to take it. I asked him why, and he said: 'You keep it safe until I send for it. I'm willin' to pay for your trouble.'.