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" "Make good your assertions," cried Trenchard, furiously, "or——" "To the proof," interrupted the stranger, calmly. “Yeah, I’ve heard that story. But I can't account for it!" "At all events, you shall answer for it," thundered Wild, with a bitter imprecation. “And yet I do it without compunction. Her father had smiles ready for her, he seemed to be truly happy with her for the first time since her infancy. I wonder if he really wants me to go home. 270 “Curse that boy!” He chuckled and stomped the water. How would he act when he learned that it had vanished? She gathered up the manuscripts and restored them to the envelope. Almost the best of all. Ain’t enough as I’ve got militiamen quartered on me this se’ennight, lazing about all day, eating me out of house and home and drinking my liquor into the bargain. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. On a sudden, a change came over her countenance, which, up to this moment, had worn a smiling and satisfied expression. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better.
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