“Come this way,” he said. About noon, next day, he was able to move; and the gale having abated, he set out homewards with his little charge. What’s that?” They both stood listening. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. Then he sensed the trap. That was life. .
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