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"A secret panel! Oh, how enchanting! do, do show it to me!" cries Doatie Darling, when this marvellous recital has come to an end. "If there is one thing I adore, it is a secret chamber, or a closet in a house, or a ghost.","Go, Paul!" she says, with vehement entreaty, the word passing her lips involuntarily.,"Oh, of course," returns she, with a sudden accession of animation. "I have often seen it. That is where the young English gentleman is staying for the shooting.","You say well," he replied; "I give those women to the punishing society. They know what to do.","I think you had better come home," says Geoffrey, deeply angered with her. "You must not stay here catching cold.",Now when these invited ghosts had reached the lodge they did not like to go in. They said to each other, "There is a person here"; it seemed as if they did not like the smell of a human being. The chief ghost burned sweet pine on the fire, which took away this smell, and then the ghosts came in and sat down.,"One may choose to forget, but one may not be able to accomplish it. To forget or to remember is not in one's own power.","Oh! so you can ride, then," says Lauderdale, alluding probably to the cause of his late merriment.,"A week? I should be dead when you came back," declares Mrs. Geoffrey, with some vehemence, and a glance that shows she can dissolve into tears at a moment's notice.,"Who?" "What?" say Mona and Dorothy, in one breath.,"He must adore you; and no wonder, too," says Mr. Darling, so emphatically that every one smiles, and Jack, clapping him on the back, says,—,As she advances and retreats, with her svelte figure drawn to its fullest height, and her face eager and intent upon the business in hand, and with her whole heart thrown apparently into the successful accomplishment of her task, she is looking far lovelier than she herself is at all aware..