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The stranger wasin the crude lad at his side

warring eleely

interesting edifice of character, and his own speech as he talked there

by the palings of the fence in the

the foundations of a cohty quare about ye, stranger," said the boy at

last, half-shyly "I been wonderin' why I've talked ter ye like this I

hain't never talked that-aith no other man Ye jest sees like thet ter Sally,

she gits skeered of me like ef I was plumb crazy, an', ef I talked that-

away to the menfolks 'round hyar they'd be sartain I was an idjit"

"That," said Lescott, gravely, "is because they don't understand I do"

"I kin lay awake nights," said Samson, "an' see them hills and mists

an' colors the same es ef they was thar in front of my eyes--an' I kin

seem ter hear 'em as well as see 'em"

The painter nodded, and his voice fell into low quotation:

"'The scarlet of theby'"