"Shpeak up, vill you?" cried Abraham, rapping his knuckles against the hatch. To a woman she might have confided; but to this man, kindly as he was, it was unthinkable. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. Seventeen hours, sixteen hours. Taber returning. She could not speak.
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