He's the only
native I trust in these parts. Maybe it’s his loss. You'll find her at Black Mary's Hole. “I have loved you,” he was saying, “ever since you sat on that gate and talked. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. "
"So she was," replied the woollen-draper, helping himself to an enormous pinch
of snuff with the air of a man who does not dislike to be rallied about his
gallantry,—"so she was. Don't strip me quite. ” She
replied dryly. They did not spend most days together. Perhaps some
one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek
with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands.
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