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CHAPTER XIV IN THE HAUNTED HOUSE THINGS happened very fast the next few days. “Something doing every minute,” Billy put it. Billy had neither been ill nor injured,—only exhausted. The wound on his scalp had been worse in appearance than in fact; and a couple of long nights in sleep, and easy days at home mended him completely. “By heck! Flash is all right.”.
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“No, no! Don’t, mother! I’ll run away! I’ll—” He groaned and left his sentence unfinished. “Obedience, thy name is cats,” Billy preached solemnly. Billy knew by sight the two Italians who lived there, brothers yet enemies. Each dwelt by himself in a corner of the great building.Each cultivated alone his share of the straggling vineyard on the heights above, too steep and rocky for a plough; though the lush acres on the river bottom went fallow. If either overstepped his bounds they fought. Billy had seen one of these encounters; and the fierce fire in their dark faces, the passion in the foreign words they spoke,—oaths the boy felt they must be,—sent him flying home, tinged his dreams for many a night. Here Mrs. Wopp related for the hundredth time the account of the ketchup disaster..
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