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The self-confessed refugee did not at once reply When he did, it was

to ask: "Is the widder asleep?"

Sally saw fro heavily

She did not resu hiry flush mounted to his sallow

cheek-bones

"I reckon ye knoent on the girl in the same steady voice, "thet

Samson meant what he said when he warned ye ter stay away from hyar I

reckon ye knoouldn't never hev opened thet door, ef hit wasn't

fer ye bein' in trouble"

Thewith the craftiness

of drink, and the s of resentment

"I reckon I knows thet Thet's why I said they was atter me I hain't

in no trouble, Sally I jest coirl's eyes that flashed anger With quick steps, she

reached the door, and threw it open Her hand treusty winter's breath caught and whipped

her calico skirts about her ankles

"You kin go!" she ordered, passionately "Don't ye never cross this

doorstep ag'in Begone quick!"