He was not a sailor. “I’m sorry. . The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate.
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