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Horse Racing Bettingl and its precious burden, which had broken loose from the rope. Cease your wild terrific sway!,His brother hung his head. "You needn't go to rubbin' it in," he whined; "I didn't have no chance with him. He piled on me from behind, when I wasn't lookin'.",“He’s a cattleman,” said the boy, as if that explained everything.,The conversation had taken place as they climbed the hill to the Upper Town. Now, Mr. Whitney went off in the direction of his cottage, and Bob to the office.,Singing like them,，“The child may eclipse you in refining Billy’s language,” Mrs. Bennett said, with a smile, aside to Edith; and went into the kitchen to “dish up” the dinner.，"Battersea, sir."，Pour the rich libation high;"Yes, and——"

"You may compel him to murder you," she says, feverishly, "or, in your present mood, you may murder him. No, you shall not stir from this to-night.","My love," said Captain Acton, "will you tell me how it happened that you should have allowed yourself to be lured on board the Minorca?",Her wardrobe was a heavy drain on Edith’s purse, yet the young teacher delighted almost as a mother in the dainty garments that won her to extravagance.,"I don't think this is very nice," she whispered as Bruce was exchanging a few words with the smiling proprietor in the little cage behind the tiny counter.,"How? Unarmed!" exclaimed Nelson.,“Gee, but he went quick,” said Bob to himself, “and I wanted to put him wise to Miguel! Well, he’s gone, so there’s no use bothering. Now to tell Mr. Whitney the dope Ted brought!”,“I can never be as kind as Uncle Isaac!”,“Before vacation? Why, they’ll be just the things to do in vacation.”,“All over the house does she put them?” the child asked after she had snipped a fragrant heap.,Mrs. Wopp’s voice, a dramatic outburst before which almost any cloud would have quailed, filled the bedroom. Betty turned to Nell Gordon, “I hope all yer clouds’ll hev silver linin’s, Miss Gordon,” she smiled.,Harken to our even-song,,"Very uncomfortable for you, I fear, after your long ride," says Mona, coldly but courteously. "Why don't you go into the parlor? I am sure you will find it pleasanter there.".