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brutal jaw, who neither spoke to, nor looked at her, but frowned always
at the road in front.

Now, when he said this, for no apparent reason, the eyes that had
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Lots of 'em. I know I'm crying a lot, an' men don't cry,--but it's only
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doesn't matter. There
be the farm-house,--over the up-land yonder, can't see it because o'
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Now I wonder which will be, said Bellew, helping himself to more
jam.

Then I that's why she was crying so, in the night--

Crying?

Yes;--she's cried an awful lot lately, hasn't she? Last night,--when I
woke up, you know, an' couldn't sleep, I went into her room, an' she was
crying--with her face hidden in the pillow, an' her hair all
about her--

Crying!

Yes; an' she said she wished she was dead. Won't they balance? he enquired, with a nod the heap of bills,
and papers before her.

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