” She shook her head, snapping out of her reverie. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. "This your regular business?" "For the present. I won't dig their graves with my nails. "Take me, then," replied the widow. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly. " "You read those yarns?" Spurlock's head came about, and there was eagerness in his eyes. Why should I?” “At last,” he murmured, “at last I have found you.
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