" "You paint yourself worse than you are, dear Mrs. “Come in here a moment, will you, Blanche,” he said. “Oh, Lord!” she said, discovering what she was up to, and dropped lightly from the fence upon the turf and went on her way toward the crest. He stole his chance and thrust his hand towards hers. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene.
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