’ ‘You would speak of the house?’ ‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it, she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she and me and Joan Pottiswick. She had to exert tremendous energy not to sniff the air for his blood. Nine years ago, I was honest—was happy. To escape one phase of loneliness she had plunged into another, so vast that her courage sometimes faltered. Love—admiration for your matchless beauty alone sways me. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. ‘She wants me to marry her. The chair is in the veranda.
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