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The doctor was sent for, the finger-end sewed on, and the hand bandaged.,"Where has Mona taken the duchess?" asks Lady Rodney of Sir Nicholas half an hour later.,She set the glass on the little table and let the strap slip to the floor. She put her hands on his shoulders and turned him about so that the light fell full on his face. She saw that it was really pale—yes, and wistful. Anse had told her about having seen Billy kiss the pup and cry over it. Now a lump came into her throat as she looked into the grey, unwavering eyes. With a sob, she threw her arms about his neck and drew him close to her. Billy patted her shoulder and let her cry. He could not guess her reason for it, but for that matter he could not understand why he was crying too, unless indeed it was his great and worshipful love still working overtime.,The Wolf called out, this time in rather a softer voice, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up." Little Red Riding-Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened.,"Croaker, good old Croaker, come down and I'll get you a cookie," Erie begged.,"Yes; where is Mona?" says Jack, looking up from the cup she has just given him.,Fox Eye had two wives, and their father and mother and all their near relations were dead. All Fox Eye's relations had died. So it happened that these poor widows had no one to help them—no one to take vengeance for the killing of their husband.,"All things are calm, and fair, and passive; earth,“You must remember I got the boat-hook,” urged Johnny.,"Who lighted the lamp?" demanded Jen, sharply.,Next it was the telegraph operator, Mr. Nilsen. “Well, I must say! If here isn’t the person every one is talking about—and as large as life!”,"But I hate him!".