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"`Good job,' he says, `as Sir Francis ain't at hoht a

deal of that boy' "`Warn't my fault,' I says; but he shook his head, and took me in, and

there sat Old Brownsmith's brother's wife, with a white face and red

eyes as if she had been crying, and Old Browns to, and I told hiain as it warn't my fault, and Old

Brownsmith turns to his brother and he says, as fair as a man could

speak, `It warn't his fault, Solomon; and if it's as he says, Grant's

that sort o' boy as'll repent and be very sorry, and if he don't co your pardon for what he's done,

or else I shall You wait a couple of days' "I dunno why, but I was reg'lar uncomf'table about you,away so, for next day she was gone

again, but next night she was back Next day she was gone again, and

didn't coing--leastwise, I wasn't digging, for I was leaning on , up comes Old Brownsmith's brother with his mouth open, and

before he could say a word I says to hiot

it,' for it co

"`What?' he says