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"I hab seen dat," replied Dido, nodding her head. "Black blood in youse, an' I can do Obi on you. I send your spirit to de house of Massa Jen. You tell me ob de debble-stick.","That? Oh, that was the bride, Mrs. Rodney," replies he. "She is lovely, if you like.",“You bet I have. A whole heap. Bet it’ll make your hair curl—”,"I know, I know!" broke in Dido, impatiently. "But dat not to do wid me. De poison in your debble-stick.",Mr. Johnston frowned, then observing his host and hostess fall to their knees, he too got stiffly down beside his chair. He prayed long and fervently and ended by asking God to help him lead these people from the shadow into enlightenment.,"Where is the body, you wretch?",“He’s mean, he is. It’s mine!”,Indeed he wasn’t a rascal. The whole thing had just happened of itself. It was no plan of his, but it was just as unlucky as if it had been.,"Gollies! Is that so? Well he couldn't hurt the black snake; that's one sure thing.",All the floors at Kingthorpe were as shining as a mirror. Mother said they were waxed. It was a good thing the floors at home were not waxed, for it would be an awful job to take care of them. When he and Asta played tag around the dining-room table for instance—my, oh my! but there would be a good many scratches on the floor! Queer, that rich people must have every thing so fine! For his part, he thought such elegance was only a bother.,A smile went round, but Mother was crying and Father, with arms folded, was looking up earnestly at Johnny. From amidst the group of workmen, old Rolfsen, foreman at the wharf, elbowed his way to the table.,"I have watched thy heart, my Mary,.