" "With all his cunning, he may meet with his match," continued Kneebone, laughing. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. Wood will be here presently.
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