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"N-o," answered Earle slowly, after he had studied the appearance of the creature for nearly a minute "it certainly is not a boar, though it is not altogether unlike one. But it is too big for a boar. Looks to me more like a hyaena though of course I know there are no such creatures in this country. Also it is far too big to be a hyaena unless it is an entirely new species.
"No," said he, coming to a halt again. "We've been so busy with one thing and another, you know. But I'll have it done as soon as we've got the canvas on her." "Better do that first, hadn't you?" I suggested. "I wouldn't trust the kedge to hold her in a breeze with all her square canvas set." "N-o, perhaps not," he agreed dubiously.
"Why, Carrie Carson, are you sorry?" "N-o, but if she is here I suppose I can't have Tabitha for a room-mate." "You precious little girlie! No, I have made other arrangements for Tabitha and Mercedes.
"Y-e-s n-o not exactly; I don't know," he said dubiously; then, in an absent way, "it was that letter set me to think of him all day, I suppose." "Why, pa, I declare," cried Netty, starting up, "if I didn't forget all about it, and I came down expressly to give it to you! Where is it? Oh! here it is." She drew from her pocket an old letter, faded to a pale yellow, and gave it to him.
"Yes; why do you know her?" "N-o but I was thinking she doesn't look common, does she?" "Of course she doesn't, only plainly dressed." "Yes, that's all;" and Tom gave a little odd chuckling laugh. "How queer Tom Raymond is!" thought Tilly. She thought he was queerer still, as she caught his furtive glances toward that Smith girl.
"Tell her ye're busy, and can't see her," suggested Bridget; "there's no dinner nor nothing, you know." The Katy of two years ago would probably have jumped at this idea. But the Katy of to-day was more considerate. "N-o," she said; "I don't like to do that. We must just make the best of it, Bridget. Run down, Clover, dear, that's a good girl! and tell Mrs.
We shall not be gone long, senor, and the felucca cannot drift far in this light breeze and with so little swell running." "N-o, I suppose not," I answered, with just the slightest imaginable show of reluctance. "All right, senor," I continued, "away with you, by all means; I should be sorry to spoil your sport for you. Shall I lower the sail?"
"N-o, I don't think I ever did," replied the Baron, reflectively. "Is it like ice-cream?" "Well, I never eat none o' that, so I dunno," was the reply; and Youth and Child, each regarding the other with wondering pity, relapsed into silence.
And about that `nearest port' that you mentioned, sir, had ye got any particular port in your mind's eye?" "N-o, I can scarcely say that I had," I returned "or if I had, it was probably Port Louis, Mauritius.
Now, you would not say that truth created the lie, permitted it, or was in any way responsible for it, or your suffering on account of it?" "N-o; so God, being good infinite good knows nothing of evil in any form. Is that your point, Katherine?" "Yes; so it follows He could neither create nor permit what He knows nothing about."
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