’ She drew a heavy breath. “Oh, yes,” the stranger remarked good-humouredly. As he returned to the table, he put his finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better chance of winning his wager. He had chosen his time well. Please don’t tell anyone, mister. She crawled over and caught at the skirts of this white woman who understood. Old Bedlam 291 IX. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe.
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