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| THE STAIR WAS OF STONE, ARCHED OVERHEAD LIKE CHURCHES | [Frontispiece] |
| DORA DID SOME WHITE SEWING | [19] |
| THEY LAUGHED EVER SO | [34] |
| AND HE WAS AWFULLY RUDE TO THE SERVANTS | [69] |
| THE OTHERS CAME UP BY THE ROPE-LADDER | [73] |
| SO OSWALD OPENED THE TRAP-DOOR AND SQUINTED DOWN, AND THERE WAS THAT ARCHIBALD | [75] |
| "WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?" HE ASKED. "NYANG, NYANG," JANE ANSWERED TAUNTINGLY | [83] |
| WHEN FATHER CAME HOME THERE WAS AN AWFUL ROW | [85] |
| IT SEEMS THE SAILOR WAS ASLEEP, BUT OF COURSE WE DID NOT KNOW, OR WE SHOULD NOT HAVE DISTURBED HIM | [94] |
| WE WENT ROUND A CORNER RATHER FAST, AND CAME SLAP INTO THE LARGEST WOMAN I HAVE EVER SEEN | [99] |
| IT WAS INDEED A CELESTIAL CHINAMAN IN DEEP DIFFICULTIES | [103] |
| ON THE SIDEBOARD WAS A BLUEY-WHITE CROCKERY IMAGE | [107] |
| OSWALD LISTENED AS CAREFULLY AS HE COULD, BUT DENNY ALWAYS BUZZES SO WHEN HE WHISPERS | [117] |
| IT WAS NOT TILL NEXT DAY THAT HE OWNED THAT THE TYPEWRITER HAD BEEN A FIEND IN DISGUISE | [123] |
| THE STATIONMASTER AND PORTER LOOKED RESPECTFULLY AT US | [127] |
| HER VOICE WHEN SHE TOLD US WE WERE TRESPASSING WAS NOT SO FURIOUS | [131] |
| THE LUNCH WAS A PERFECT DREAM OF A.1.-NESS | [137] |
| OSWALD DID NOT STRIKE THE NEXT MATCH CAREFULLY ENOUGH | [145] |
| WITH SCISSORS AND GAS PLIERS THEY CUT EVERY FUSE | [157] |
| "HI, BRIGANDS!" HE EXCLAIMED | [167] |
| IT WAS RATHER DIFFICULT TO GET ANYTHING THE SHAPE OF A TURKEY | [173] |
| WHEN THE DOOR WAS SHUT HE SAID, "I AIN'T GOT MUCH TO SAY, YOUNG GEMMEN" | [179] |
| THE FIVE OTHERS | [191] |
| OSWALD SAW THE DRIVER WINK AS HE PUT HIS BOOT ON THE STEP, AND THE PORTER WHO WAS OPENING THE CAB DOOR WINKED BACK | [201] |
| HE LOOKED AT OSWALD'S BOOTS | [203] |
| HE FETCHED DOWN HALF A DOZEN PLANKS AND THE WORKMAN | [218] |
| "HOW MUCH?" SAID THE GENTLEMAN SHORTLY | [222] |
| "THEN I'LL MAKE YOU!" HE SAID, CATCHING HOLD OF OSWALD | [232] |
| A COASTGUARD ORDERED US QUITE HARSHLY | [244] |
| SURE ENOUGH IT WAS SEA-WATER, AS THE UNAMIABLE ONE SAID WHEN HE HAD TASTED IT | [259] |
| "I SAY, BEALIE DEAR, YOU'VE GOT A BOOK UP AT YOUR PLACE" | [265] |
| ALICE BEAT THE DONKEY FROM THE CART, THE REST SHOUTED | [272] |
| "WE'VE GOT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS," SAID NOËL | [280] |