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he cried , `` what are you doing here ? '' She set her pole to the ground and vaulted over the high picket-fence , like an athlete . `` Well , '' she said , `` if I 'd ha ' been shy o ' you , Mr. Gilbert , you would n't ha ' seen me . I 'm not one of them as goes prowlin ' around among dead bodies ' bones at midnight ; what I want , I looks for in the daytime . '' `` Bones ? '' he asked . `` You 're surely not digging up the Hessians ? ''