” “You—you did what?” Anna exclaimed. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. It developed into a sort of secret and private bad manners. He halted,—looked fearfully around,—stopped again, and exclaimed aloud, "I don't like the job; and yet it must be done, or Mr. Keeping to the shadow of the house, he crept forward until he could see better without, he hoped, being seen. "I want to speak to Edgeworth Bess myself. " Amazed at the boy's assurance, Wood left off boxing his ears for a moment, and, looking at him steadfastly, said in a grave tone, "Jack, Jack, you'll come to be hanged!" "Better be hanged than hen-pecked," retorted the lad with a malicious grin.
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