The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on. Through all this flutter of novelty there came and went a solicitous, preoccupied, almost depressed figure. He had not taken many steps when he perceived Quilt Arnold in the upper gallery, with a lamp in his hand. “You’re our superstar!” Turning to her foster father, she was bear hugged again, squashing the white carnations.
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