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"W'y, you must be stark, starin' mad--that you must--unless

you're sweet on 'er yourself--"

"You talk like a fool!" said I angrily

"So you are sweet on 'er then?"

"Ass!" said I "Fool!" And, dropping my hammer, I made towards

hi I did not

pursue, he paused

"I o

a-fallin' in love wi' ladies as is above uineas for one as ain't likely to

look s leave to say--hass yourself,

an' likewise fool--bah!" With which expletive he set his thugered off

Above me, and out of my reach! One not likely to lookfinished the horseshoe, having set

each tool in its appointed place in the racks, and raked out the

clinkers fro the

door behind me, set out for the Hollow