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He looked up irritably at the sound of a step on the weedy driveway,

then his eyes snapped with delight

"Hullo--hullo! what's this?"

"I had to corandfather," Saht, his whole face wrinkling with

pleasure "'Had to coave out, I suppose? Sit down,

sit down! Hi, Sier Siot for supper? Well, young et soerness Marlowe, in worm-

eaten calf, dropped from his hand to the porch floor Sam picked the

book up, and sat down

"If you wanted some more h, sir"

"Well--what about the draood"

"Who said it was no good?" Mr Wright pulled off his hat, fiercely,

and began to chew orange-skin Sa over the leaves of

the book upon his knee, mentioned the naht; "what does he know? Well; I hope you didn't

waste time over him Then who did you send it to?"

"Nobody"