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He never finished his sentence. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. The passage was so narrow that there was only sufficient room for the cart to pass, with a single line of foot-soldiers on one side; and, as the walls of the bridge were covered with spectators, it was not deemed prudent to cross it till these persons were dislodged. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. ” Pause. When she judged that she must be nearly back at the library, she began to feel somewhat dispirited. “Mr. ‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. And I don’t. She would take this one back with her. " "Then I wish you good night. Yes, of course.
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