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May Nell needed no second request to “catch the racket and bring it in.” She flew downstairs, and presently up again, arriving with a breathless story. “O Billy, the circus train’s wrecked! There won’t be any circus next week! Some of the animals are all dead, and the fire burned some— Oh, I can hear them scream now, can’t you?” She put her hands over her face and shivered.,"If he's goin' to squat there for the night,—an' I see ivery prospect of it," says Mickey to himself,—"what on airth's goin' to become of me?","Yep, an' warm. We're sure to have a rough fall an' a humdinger of a winter.","Yes, sir, she do. Arsked me 'bout it, but I knowed nuffin, I didn't.",“An’ was the pore little feller lookin’ fer Joner?” said Mrs. Wopp. She spoke pityingly, yet she could not avoid some slight feeling of satisfaction over this evident tribute to her powers of biblical narrative.,There is admiration blended with relief in her tone, and Geoffrey begins to feel like a hero of Waterloo.,"As you have refused to explain your presence here to me, you shall remain where you now are until help arrives," says Mona, with evident determination.,Patricia dropped back instantly to her usual manner.,"Even so. Why should she have perfumed the handkerchief?",“Don’t worry,” returned Bob. “I ought to have been able to hold him. I’m only worried about what he might do now. I’m going to wake Mr. Taylor.”,"No, no, no! I would rather die. I love Maurice.","Tomorrow," said the doctor, retiring once more into his professional shell, "I shall remove the pressure that obstructs your vision. The operation, which will be most simple, can be performed here. We have but to remove all pressure on the nerve centres that refuse their function now—and you will see.".