“What’s odd?” “Oh, everything!” She shivered, and went to the fire and poked it. Wood, meantime, had not remained idle. . ” “By God!” said Manning, making the most of the word, “I suppose it’s fate. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. ‘But I ain’t been idle, miss, I swear it. .
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