Journey to the West: The Demons Strike Back

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"She reasons exquisitely well!" exclaimed the Admiral, slowly and dolefully wagging his head.,"Hard, I should say so! I'll bet either one of 'em 'ud murder a hull family fer ten cents. Say, Bill, maybe they're pirates; you heard what they said about a boat, didn't you?","And that's where Harry found the stolen stuff," mused Wilson. "What else, Billy?",Come, let us be glad—both togither, me lad—,He completed his chores and went thoughtfully back up the flower-edged path to the house. "There's one good thing about Mary's crossness," he reflected, "it don't last long. She'll be her old cheerful self ag'in by now.","My name is Stanhope; Frank Stanhope.",Mr Lawrence repeated his first question.,It would have been difficult to tell what was[Pg 304] in Mr Lawrence's mind as he stood viewing Paul for some moments in silence, after that arched-legged hunchback had ceased. He said in a voice without a tremor, in tones as steady and collected as those in which he would ask a man how he was or bid him good-morning: "Have you ever met with mad people?","You kin stay if your want to, Willium," she said, "only see that you are home bright and early in the mornin'. Your Pa'll want you to help hill potaters.","Did you clear away the mess from Miss Acton's berth?" asked Mr Lawrence.,"I should be much obliged for a cask of beef, sir," he said, after touching the narrow penthouse of a queerly constructed fur cap. "It's still a long way home for that there Louisa Ann, whose bin a hundred and seventy days in bringing us so fur.","Why? scared?".