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“How?” Bob wanted to know.,"He is not strong, you see: a little thing knocks him up, and he is too impressionable for a public career. But you are different.",He drops his eyes, and the low, sneering laugh she has learned to know and to hate so much comes again to his lips.,Here we carouse,,He paused to survey the rows of uplifted faces and let his words sink home. Then lifting a long hickory pointer from his desk, and holding it much as a conjuror might hold his wand, he gripped the edge of the desk with one bony hand and leaning forward, said:,For a little while they are silent. He is thinking of Mona; she is wrapped in remembrance of all that has just passed. Presently, looking at her, he discovers she is crying,—bitterly, though quietly. The reaction has set in, and the tears are running quickly down her cheeks.,As many of the hens and chickens as could be persuaded were ushered into the yard to add to the numerical strength of the menagerie.,"I'm not afraid of no dog, Mr. Hinter," said Billy, "but I've been told your dogs are half wolf. Is that so?",Without vouchsafing a glance of recognition to the Australian, she sweeps past, leaving them again alone. Paul laughs aloud.,"But I hate him!","I'm right here," he answered.,"Upon my word, you're a classy young 'un," she grinned. "Come again soon and give us some more.".