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Let me go." "Just l-listen to me, son," Hall pleaded. "Just listen to me. I won't hurt you." But the boy was beyond reasoning. Terror stricken, he screamed at the top of his voice, using all his little strength to escape. "If you p-promise to l-listen to me, I'll let you go," Hall said. "I promise," the boy sobbed, still struggling.

"You mustn't come here. You sha'n't it's worse than murder! P-promise me you won't come here again!" Mr. Wright began to understand, and his eye twinkled. "Who's to prevent it, now?" "I will, if you w-won't listen to reason. You are killing her, between you: you don't know w-what wickedness you're doing. She's she's an angel." "Bravo, my lad! So she is, every inch of her."

"I do!" "Then, I say, if you still feel as you do, not even they have the right to interfere." "Promise us, Bleema; promise us that!" "I I'll be engaged on your word of honor without any fussing about it?" "An engaged girl, Miss Bleema, like any other engaged girl." "But dad look at him he won't p-promise," trembling into tears. "Of course he will won't you, Pelz?

The plumber held out his hand. Johnny drew his away indignantly and began to choke again. "She's not for you. It'll all come right if you stay away. P-promise me you'll stay away! "There I don't agree with you." "C-can you fight?" "A bit. Here, keep on your coat, boy, and don't be a fool. Hands off, you young dolt!" There was barely room on the causeway for two to pass. As Mr.

And you know the reputation your father has for a man of his word." "Will will he promise?" "You do; don't you, Pelz?" Again the nod from the bitter inverted features. "Now, Miss Bleema?" "Well then, I I p-promise." On a May-day morning that was a kiss to the cheek and even ingratiated itself into the bale-smelling, truck-rumbling pier-shed, Mr.

"She made us all p-promise not to tell." Eugenia's face turned pale, but she lifted her head defiantly as Mrs. Sherman turned to her, calling her name. "What is the trouble, child? You surely didn't go to the camp that morning when I warned you not to?" "Yes, we did," answered Eugenia, a little frightened now by the expression of Mrs. Sherman's face, but still defiant. "When was it?"