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"I believe she'll like it," declared Elinor, confidently. "She does so love variety—and she has entered into everything already with such a vim.",CHAPTER XVII.—A SAMPLE OF EBENEZER WOPP’S IRE.,Harry held his breath and watched him, fascinated, as he proceeded to trace the ring.,The old man looked after her, and whispered to himself in admiration of her kindness and person. A wooden-legged sailor just then came up some steps from the river side on to that end of the bridge which the money-lender was approaching, and when Greyquill was close to, the tar, assuming a posture of abject despondency, pulled off his hat, and extending it begged for alms.,"Ah! Then you refuse to answer me," says Mona, hastily, if somewhat wearily.,"Well, perhaps I was," says Geoffrey, easily: "we are all mad on one subject or another, you know; mine may be Mona. She is an excuse for madness, certainly. At all events, I know I am happy, which quite carries out your theory, because, as Dryden says,—,"Yep; but by jinks! I had a awful time guessin' what you meant by them marks you made on the paper. Darn it all, Bill, why can't you write what you want'a say, instead of makin' marks that nobody kin understan'?",The young man replied, "I am mourning day and night, crying all the while. My little son, who is the only one left me, also mourns.","Then you are really pleased? I am just what you want me to be? Oh! how you frightened me!" says the girl, laying her hand upon her heart with a pretty gesture of relief.,In this mood he turned into the main road and came upon Jackson limping, bloody, and crying.,In the Crump household, Clarence stood for all that was brilliant and intellectual, while Isobel stood for all that was fairy-like and charming. Moses felt himself a cipher, of no account whatever, in this wonderful home. He would need an extra administration of sympathy from Betty on his return. He thought at that moment very tenderly of the great brown eyes that “looked like they loved everybody.”,"We must see," says Mona, thoughtfully..