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“Fer the love o’ Mike, kid, how did you git here?” said Moses, rousing the small sleeper. “Gosh, but yer face needs warshin’.”,Peace to your dust!,"Jump in here, an' let's get fishin'.",“Uncle Isaac has made you his chief heir. You are the owner of Kingthorpe, my boy.”,Up the stairs she takes her and into her own room, without saying a word. Then she carefully turns the key in the door, and, placing Mona in a large and cosey arm-chair, stands opposite to her, and thus begins,—,"I'll tell you that to-morrow," he said, after a pause.,10 pounds granulated sugar.,“The strife is o’er, the battle done,” recommended Mrs. Wopp without hesitation. As Maria could not be persuaded to approach the organ the singing was lustily led by Mrs. Wopp and under her able leadership maintained the most vigorous proportions.,"Are you going to promulgate that doctrine at the Suffrage League?" he asked, beginning to turn the knob.,Without further speech Mr Lawrence passed into his cabin.,For five hundred dollars a week he had pranced to the admiring vaudeville audience; but once let the artist lay bare his soul in real music and whispering reaches his ear. But there was no use complaining, no one could understand his disgust.,"No," said Arkel again, "no one was concealed in the room.".