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"Without trouble!" exclaimed the Quadling, much interested; "then those tablets would be fine for a lazy man. It's such hard work to chew when you eat." "I'll give you six of those tablets if you'll help us make a raft," promised the Scarecrow. "They're a combination of food which people who eat are very fond of. I never eat, you know, being straw; but some of my friends eat regularly.

"All the same, Your Majesty," said Cayke to Ozma, day after day, with tiresome repetition, "I hope you will soon find my jeweled dishpan, for never can I be quite happy without it." Dorothy Forgives The gray dove which had once been Ugu the Shoemaker sat on its tree in the far Quadling Country and moped, chirping dismally and brooding over its misfortunes.

Jack gazed around the landscape, for he was standing in the doorway of his house. "This is a flat country, so you won't find any dark wells here," said he. "You must go into the mountains, where rocks and caverns are." "And where is that?" asked Ojo. "In the Quadling Country, which lies south of here," replied the Scarecrow. "I've known all along that we must go to the mountains."

Come into the office; come, I say, or must we use force?" There was no escaping now, and with a poor attempt at bravado the stranger was led away. "Now, Colonel Papillon, look at him well. Do you know him? Are you satisfied it is " "Mr. Quadling, late banker, of Rome. I have not the slightest doubt of it. I recognize him beyond all question." "That will do. Silence, sir!" This to Quadling.

Glinda, as you know, is the most powerful Sorceress in the world, and there are few things she cannot do if she tries." "In that case," said the Little Brown Bear, "let us return southward and try to get to Glinda's castle. It lies in the Quadling Country, you know, so it is a good way from here." "First, however, let us visit the forest and search for something to eat," pleaded Woot.

"There, the third from the left," whispered M. Floçon. "We hoped you would recognize the corpse at once." "That? Impossible! You do not expect it, surely? Why, the face is too much mangled for any one to say who it is." "Are there no indications, no marks or signs, to say whether it is Quadling or not?" asked the Judge in a greatly disappointed tone. "Absolutely nothing.

The logs which bore them floated in the middle of the stream and were held fast in that position by the strong current. So they sat still and waited and, even while they were wondering what could be done, the raft slowed down, stopped, and began drifting the other way in the direction it had first followed. After a time they repassed the Quadling house and the man was still standing on the bank.

As to her entering this particular compartment, at any previous time, it is highly improbable. Indeed, it is rather insulting her to suggest it." "She and this Quadling were close friends." "So you say. On what evidence I do not know, but I dispute it." "Then how could the beads get there? They were her property, worn by her." "Once, I admit, but not necessarily on this journey.

The chief of these was Quadling's positive assurance that he had been first attacked by Ripaldi; he declared that the Italian detective had in the first instance tried to come to terms with him, demanding 50,000 francs as his price for allowing him to go at large; that when Quadling distinctly refused to be black-mailed, Ripaldi struck at him with a knife, but that the blow failed to take effect.

"Perhaps I had better not tell you. It may surprise you, shock you to hear. I think you knew him " "Nothing can well shock me now. I have had too many shocks already. Who do they think it is?" "A Mr. Quadling, a banker, who is supposed to have absconded from Rome." She received the news so impassively, with such strange self-possession, that for a moment he was disappointed in her.

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