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"Oh, no," says Mona, shocked at this interpretation of her manner. "I did not mean all that; only I really did not require it; at least"—truthfully—"not much. And, besides, a song is not like a gold chain; and you are quite different from them; and besides, again,"—growing slightly confused, yet with a last remnant of courage,—"there is no reason why you should give me anything. Shall I"—hurriedly—"sing something else for you?","Don't speak to me, you scoundrel, until you tell me what you have done with the body of my boy.",He was off, leaping up the steep road. Christina looked at the money and then at the disappearing boy and said, “How queer he was!”,"That was generous of him. But why?",Mrs. Wopp was overcome with laughter at the bare memory of the picture her irate husband had presented.,He patted the horse's thin neck. "Come, ol' feller, I'll stuff you with good oats fer once," he promised.,Wouldn’t any one suppose that Uncle Isaac was her uncle and not his, Johnny Blossom’s, the way she behaved?,After his writing, he went to the wharf and fished for a while. As it happened he caught nothing, but it was fun enough just to put out the rod and draw it in again.,“Well, don’t then, you miser!” said Aaron.,Then she accompanies him to the door, but gravely, and not with her accustomed gayety. Standing on the door-step he looks at her, and, as though impelled to ask the question because of her extreme stillness, he says, "Of what are you thinking?",“Alone, mamma said,” came the second voice.,"Oh, the shameful thought that all the world should be looking at us with horror and disgust, as a people too foul for anything but annihilation! And what is it you hope to gain by all this madness? Do you believe peace, or a blessing from the holy heavens, could fall and rest on a soil soaked in blood and red with crime? I tell you no; but rather a curse will descend, and stay with you, that even Time itself will be powerless to lift.".