Wait a little; rest. “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. “Your name and address in his pocket was no delusion,” he said sharply. But he had shown no desire for information, no curiosity. Now there is none. And you’d better have her fetch in some food for the missie, an’ all. If Jack should die, all though her fault, she could never forgive herself.
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