Book of spells meaning

Book of spells meaning HVALT, _Danish_. "Phew! That's great!" cried Patricia, springing lightly to her feet. "It's more like flying than anything else.","Here, you Willium," she commanded, "you drink these here salts and not a word out o' you, or I'll tan you good and plenty.",“But we weren’t at the Canyon,” put in Bob.,'It is now then my turn to be satisfied,' replied the marquis, 'and till I am, not one of you shall stir. Open me that door.'—'My lord!'—'Nay,' said the marquis, assuming a look of stern authority—'dispute not my commands. I am not to be trifled with.',“Well, then, I want you to help. The Chief needs to know who’s back of the trouble and I believe you can find out!”，“Please,” answered the discomfited youth, “I aint never seen a ship of no kind.”，"No," said Billy, with finality.，"Yes, I have come straight from the Minorca.""I guess what you mean--Miss Dallas."

Bob watched him for a moment and then said softly, “But if you can talk about it p’r’aps it will help. Don’t you think so?”,The first sign of return to health was indicated by a slight querulousness that invalids seem to claim as their prerogative. The convalescent wanted books and pictures, her discarded favorite, Hannah, stiff with long neglect, and her pets individually and collectively. Then having run the gamut of dumb playmates, she called for her beloved friends.,"You did not mean it, Mona, did you? You are content here with me?—you have no regret?",Soon the policeman came. “You will have to go with me to the police station,” said he to the boys. They tried to explain that Nils had invited them on board, but it availed nothing. “You go with me to the police station,” was the only reply the policeman made to anything they said.,"Well for my part I hate people who sing a little. I always wish it was even less. I hold that they are a social nuisance, and ought to be put down by law. My eldest brother Nick sings really very well,—a charming tenor, you know, good enough to coax the birds off the bushes. He does all that sort of dilettante business,—paints, and reads tremendously about things dead and gone, that can't possibly advantage anybody. Understands old china as well as most people (which isn't saying much), and I think—but as yet this statement is unsupported—I think he writes poetry.",In the blessin’s of to-day,,When they awoke the next morning the rounded chamber of the canyon was flooded with light.,To lovers who hate time to waste,,"It might be that ye'd take a dhrop of new milk, too," says Betty, "on hospitable thoughts intent," placing before her visitors a little jug of milk she has all day been keeping apart, poor soul! for her own delectation.,Descending into a valley he saw that the farm homes, which from the height seemed closely set together, were really quite a distance from each other. He reined up before a small frame house and, dismounting, allowed his hungry horse to crop the grass, as he opened the gate and made up the path. A shaggie collie bounded around the corner of the building and down to meet him, bristles erect and all the antagonism of a bush-dog for a stranger in its bearing. It was followed by a big man and a boy.,“Here’s Mis’ Mifsud an’ St. Elmo comin’ in the buckboard,” he announced.,"Hoist the ensign!" exclaimed Mr Lawrence..