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Johnny smiled condescendingly. “You don’t know how strong I am, Uncle Isaac. Look at my muscle here.”,"Oh, poor Nicholas!" says Mona sadly, "and poor little Doatie!","Why? scared?",The girl clapped her hands in joy at the story. "And you let him think he had the delirium tremens! Oh, Billy, is there anything you wouldn't do, I wonder?",As he makes this last extraordinary remark he looks over his left shoulder, as though fearful of being overheard.,"I was determined to try. I could see no other way of frightening and disgusting him.","Put him into the Royal Navy," said the Admiral. "The King wants chips of old blocks like you.",Maurice was climbing a tall poplar standing on the bank of the creek. "I say, Billy," he cried excitedly. "There she is, jest 'round the bend. They've beached her in that piece of woods. It's Joe LaRose an' Art Shipley that took her, I'll bet a cookie. They're always goin' 'cross there to hunt fer turtle's eggs.","When you got the pistol so cleverly into your own possession, why on earth didn't you shoot him?" demands Mr. Darling, gloomily, who evidently feels bloodthirsty when he thinks of the Australian and his presumptuous admiration for the peerless Mona.,“I think he is right,” agreed Captain Wendell. “Once he’s in Mexico it will be a long time before he ever has nerve enough to slip back.”,"He did, sir. Leastways he arsked me to arsk Dido 'bout it.","My dear, what I could do, I have done," says the little man, patting her hand in his kind fatherly fashion; "but he has gone beyond human skill. And now one thing: you have come here, I know, with the tender thought of soothing his last hours: therefore I entreat you to be calm and very quiet. Emotion will only distress him, and, if you feel too nervous, you know—perhaps—eh?".