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"Hit don't hardly pay a s," she told him The painter looked covertly up to see if at

last he had discovered a flash of humor He had the idea that her lips

would shape thely in a smile, but her pupils

mirrored no mirth She had spoken in perfect seriousness

The ainst the wall

of ragged stone The blow on his head had left hiain

"I'm afraid," he ruefully ade froirl rose, and pointed up the

ht out across the hill, and fotch Samson an' his

mule"

"Who and where is Samson?" he inquired He realized that the bottom of

the valley would shortly thicken into darkness, and that the way out,

unguided, would beco

h further description

of one so celebrated would be redundant "He's over thar 'bout three

quarters"

"Three quarters of a mile?"

She nodded What else could three quarterswill it take you?" he asked