They haven't found--any--anything." "But why hasn't he come back, child ?" "Well, he's lying hurt somewhere, that's all." "Then why haven't they found him ?" "I don't care!" she cried, and choked with the words and tossed her dishevelled hair from her temples; "it isn't true.

Helen won't believe it--why should I?
It's only a few hours since he was right here in our yard, talking to us all.

I won't believe it till they've searched every stick and stone of Six-Cross-Roads and found him." "It wasn't the Cross-Roads," said the old gentleman, pushing the table away and relaxing his limbs on the sofa.

"They probably didn't have anything to do with it.

We thought they had at first, but everybody's about come to believe it was those two devils that he had arrested yesterday." "Not the Cross-Roads!" echoed Minnie, and she began to tremble violently.