“Oh, Lord!” she said, discovering what she was up to, and dropped lightly from the fence upon the turf and went on her way toward the crest. Fretting and fidgeting, he had, after an hour or so, turned to McClintock. " "Will you do it?" persisted Blueskin. ’ ‘And do not say you made a mull. She walked over to them still carrying the trousers in her hands, and stooped to examine them. The fates are never so kind to me.
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