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"No," said Kŭt-o-yĭs´. "You are saying what is not true, and I am going to kill you now.","Can you prove him guilty?",“Let’s give the old fellow our air mattress. We won’t need it any more and maybe he would like it.”,“Just one apiece,” whispered Carl.,"Well, yes; but I can prove nothing against her.",When the people heard that Mīka´pi was going to war many young men wished to join him, but he refused. "I shall go alone," he said. So when he had taken a medicine sweat and had asked a priest to pray for him in his absence, he left the camp one evening, just as it was growing dark.,"He isn't any older than she is," Elinor replied indignantly. "He's gray and pale from his illness. He was asking Miss Jinny about the air at Rockham, and she praised it so that he was much impressed. We may have him for a neighbor next summer.","I don't know. She is a strange girl, major, and the events of the last few weeks have shaken her nerves.",Pshaw! There stood Miss Melling, Uncle Isaac’s housekeeper. “Why! Is it you, John? Is there anything particular wanted?”,Involved and intricate variations of “Holy smoke!” made the air sulphureous as a swaying piece of wire caught his shoulder and tore a large gash in his shirt.,"I shall be charmed," says Violet; "but what is a country dance? Will 'Sir Roger' do?",Fifteen or sixteen years had passed, when, the King and Queen being absent at one of their country houses, it happened that the Princess, while running about the castle one day, and up the stairs from one room to the other, came to a little garret at the top of a turret, where an old woman sat alone spinning with distaff and spindle, for this good woman had never heard the King's proclamation forbidding the use of the spindle..