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Maurice paused, reflected, and looked anxiously at Jen.,"What has Mr. Moore to do with you?" he asks, haughtily. "Who is he, that he should so speak to you?","Ever since that handkerchief has been removed sir," said she, earnestly, "Jaggard has got well. I do believe, sir, that the scent on it kept the poor dear stupid.",And Death and Vengeance close the ghastly band!,"Old Harry's fairy arrer," gasped Maurice. "Oh say, Bill, ain't that lucky? He must have lost it in his scramble to get away.","I don't think so," said David resolutely. "We haven't such a lot of time to be together that we need anyone else butting in. I'm satisfied as we are.","Oh, gee whitticker! nobody 'ud believe that, Bill.",“Yes, we can,” said Johnny Blossom, bracing his feet more firmly against the bottom of the boat.,"You are not perhaps aware of it, but your tone is insulting," he begins, huskily. "Were you a man I could give you an answer, now, here; but as it is I am of course tied hand and foot. You can say to me what you please. And I shall bear it. Think as badly of me as you will. I am a schemer, a swindler, what you will!","The first low fluttering breath of waking day,"By all means study them, if you are really bent on this tiresome journey. It may do you good. You will at least be more ready to take my advice another time.",“Yes, but I just forgot it for a minute or two, Mother.”.