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“We are Mr. "Halloa, widow!" shouted a rough voice from below, "where the devil are you?" Mrs. She lay and nibbled at a sprig of dwarf rhododendron. To go to him, to console him! But she stirred not from her hiding place. He looked around, and as he heard that deafening shout,— as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixed upon him,—as he listened to the cheers, all his misgivings—if he had any—vanished, and he felt more as if he were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death. When he said, “Let’s go and see the wart-hog,” she thought no one ever had had so quick a flow of good ideas as he; and when he explained that sugar and not buns was the talisman of popularity among the animals, she marvelled at his practical omniscience. "Well, if you won't come, I shall help myself, and that's unsociable," pursued the speaker, evidently, from the noise he made, suiting the action to the word. “You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. Paris was full, and it was by no means a retired spot which she had found. He saw his father, calling to him from an icy white tunnel, beckoning to him.
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