"Why you pretended not to recognize the photograph of the young fellow you toted around these diggings all day yesterday. "So the wheelman told you? I've always spoken it, though I can neither read nor write it. "Lost no time on the road—eh!—I didn't expect you till to-morrow at the earliest. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. “I never saw Courtlaw with her—never heard her speak of him. His room was last at the end of one winding corner.
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