“Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. “Does he never speak to you of—of old times?” she faltered. He stabbed a kitchen knife between her ribs. ‘But I ain’t been idle, miss, I swear it. ” “If you want anything,” he said, “or get into any trouble, wire me. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recent showers.
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