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He put the frag is this blockade to last?" Sara Lee asked out of bitter

disappointed his shoulders

"Who can say? A week! A year! Not at all!"

"Then," said Sara Lee with calet out

your pencil and draw another picture--because I'h away now, the little house at home and the peace that dwelt

therein; and Harvey; and the small white bedroom; and the daily round of

quiet duties Sara Lee had set her face toward the east, and the land

of dying ain that poised

and eager look, alht into Harvey's love

for her just a touch of fear