"I'll engage you for four days. “There is my aunt,” she said. Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery. He looked just like John Wayne in a cowboy movie, his eyes narrow and squinting, except his hair was long, unruly, and jet black. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. " The spinster did not ask if the mother lived; the question was inconsequent. He sent me home. In the end, resolution triumphed, as it was sure to do, over the weaker emotions, and he laughed at his fears.
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