"I am going to give you a try. ” Courtlaw’s walking stick, which he had been handling, fell with a crash to the ground. From the opposite corner under the trees a man with his hat slouched over his eyes stood and glowered at them. Papillon would have broken him down; anything tender would have sapped his will; and like as not he would have left the stool and rushed into the night.
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