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Hows'ever, put it as you t'ink best 'Dear fadder, victual your ship; up anchor; hois' de sails, an' steer for de Cocos-Keelin' Islands. Go ashore; git hold ob de young 'ooman called Kat'leen Hobbleben " "Holbein, Moses." "What! is she Moses too?" "No, no! get on, man."

It begin, 'Oft in the stilly night' like that." Charley stiffened. It was the song Kathleen sang for him the night they became engaged. "It is a good voice-that. I see her face, for there is a candle on the piano. I come close and closter to the house. There is big maple-trees I am well hid. A man is beside her. He lean hover her an' put his hand on her shoulder. 'Sing it again, Kat'leen, he say.

'I cannot to get enough." "Stop!" said Charley, in a strained, harsh voice. "Not yet, M'sieu'," said Portugais. "It is good for you to hear what I say." "'Come, Kat'leen! the man say, an' he blow hout the candle. I hear them walk away, an' the door shut behin' them. Then I hear anudder voice ah, that is a baby very young baby!" Charley quickly got to his feet. "Not another word!" he said.

It begin, 'Oft in the stilly night' like that." Charley stiffened. It was the song Kathleen sang for him the night they became engaged. "It is a good voice-that. I see her face, for there is a candle on the piano. I come close and closter to the house. There is big maple-trees I am well hid. A man is beside her. He lean hover her an' put his hand on her shoulder. 'Sing it again, Kat'leen, he say.

'I cannot to get enough." "Stop!" said Charley, in a strained, harsh voice. "Not yet, M'sieu'," said Portugais. "It is good for you to hear what I say." "'Come, Kat'leen! the man say, an' he blow hout the candle. I hear them walk away, an' the door shut behin' them. Then I hear anudder voice ah, that is a baby very young baby!" Charley quickly got to his feet. "Not another word!" he said.

Hows'ever, put it as you t'ink best `Dear fadder, victual your ship; up anchor; hois' de sails, an' steer for de Cocos-Keelin' Islands. Go ashore; git hold ob do young 'ooman called Kat'leen Hobbleben." "Holbein, Moses." "What! is she Moses too?" "No, no! get on, man."