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The Admiral's face wore an expression that was almost imbecile with bewilderment.,"Whose death? Isabella's or Mrs. Dallas'?",Billy didn’t wait. Like all generous natures that are slow to anger, the passion once aroused possessed him to madness. He raced down the turnpike, his face aflame. Ahead he could see the Dorrs’ horse and buggy standing near the fence. Jimmy was on the ground beside the Twins; and Billy saw the whip descend more than once before he arrived. Had he known it the blows were make-believe, for moral effect alone. Jimmy was giving a lesson that his Southern breeding made him think necessary, if painful.,"Hello," Anson accosted. "Goin' to school?",Croaker considered this last statement a moment. Then he carefully raised one foot and twisted half way around on the bar.,“Yes. Isn’t it interesting, Aunt Grenertsen? Isn’t it a beauty?”,“Can he mean ‘prodigy,’ do you think, May Nell?” Edith’s eyes were mischievous.,"Nicholas," cries she, a little sharply, "what is it you would say?","I was not listening at the door," says Mona, with dignity, yet with extreme difficulty: some hand seems clutching at her heart-strings, and he who should have been near to succor her is far away. "I never," haughtily, "listened at a door in all my life. I should not understand how to do it." Her Irish blood is up, and there is a distinct emphasis upon the pronoun. "You have wronged me twice!",During Betty’s illness these one-sided dialogues were more than usually plentiful. In this way only was Mrs. Wopp able to alleviate the “gnawin’ at her heart-strings” as she said, at having Betty so ill. It also kept the boy alive to the fact that life’s path was not strewn with “cabbage roses.” Such, at least, were the confidences poured into the sympathetic ear of his pinto.,Wilson whistled softly. "You don't say!" he managed to articulate. "Why, Mary, it's a pipe!",A loud whisper from Pete Stolway disturbed the orator..