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'Oh, father; Oh-h! it does hurt so. Put me somewhere quick, and take off my boot. I believe I am going to die! She was dripping wet, and little puddles of water trailed along the carpet as Peterkin carried her into the sitting room, where he was about to lay her down upon the delicate satin couch, when his wife's housewifely instincts were roused, and she exclaimed: 'No, father.

"Be carried away yonder to the east somewhere and cast ashore." "Oh-h!" sighed Rodd; and it was almost a groan.

Still no answer. "When you know girl like you best you no drag her home?" "No. Be quiet." "No? How you marry you self, then?" The conversation would be still more embarrassing before the Colonel, so he stopped, and said shortly: "In our country nobody beats a woman because he likes her." "How she know, then?" "They agree, I tell you." "Oh an' girl just come when he call? Oh-h!"

But when the door of the little house was opened her surprise was so great that she gave expression to one long-drawn "Oh-h!" and looked from one to the other half bewildered.

The screams had taken on a more determined note and a fiercer shrillness which the still house heard well and made the most of, but they were so far deadened for Feather that she began beneath her soft barrier to protest pantingly. "I shouldn't know what to do if I went. If no one goes near her she'll cry herself to sleep. It's it's only temper. Oh-h! what a horrible wail!

"I knew Pino Garza well, and he could shoot like the devil." "You said your horse saved your life," Mrs. Austin went on. "How do you mean?" When Dave had explained, she cried, quickly, "You weren't riding Bessie Belle?" "Yes. She's buried where she dropped." "Oh-h!" Alaire's exclamation was eloquent of pity, and Law smiled crookedly. "I've been right lonesome since she went away.

Waiting here, you'll see them all." "Yes, and beside', I have some good news for you; news anyhow to me." The pair smiled brightly: "You 'ave another letter from Dubroca!" "Yes. He's again wounded and in hospital." "Oh-h, terrible! tha'z to you good news?" "Yes. Look, monsieur; he has, at the front, the chance to be hit so many times.

"Oh-h!" breathed Migwan in rapture, sinking down among the ferns and lilies that bordered the spring and dabbling her fingers in the limpid water, "I feel just like a wood-nymph, or a naiad, or whatever those folks were that lived by the springs and fountains in the Greek mythology."

Bridgie wanted to say something graceful and appropriate, but could only blush, and smile, and stammer feebly. "Oh-h! How do you do? Is there anyone here that I know by name? Flora Margaret Kate? Are any of your special friends here, Pixie? Please introduce me." "That's Flora!" said Pixie, pointing barefacedly across the room. "The fat one. Kate is next to Fraulein with specs.

Excitedly Kirkwood touched the man's arm with a detaining hand. "Boat-train?" he gasped, pointing at the board. "Left ten minutes ago, thank you, sir." "Wel-l, but...! Of course I can get another train at Tilbury?" "For yer boat? No, sir, thank you, sir. Won't be another tryne till mornin', sir." "Oh-h!..." Aimlessly Kirkwood drifted away, his mind a blank.