” 240 “Then I’ll wait for you. He lit a cigarette and loitered about. When he could find words, he tried by the most urgent solicitations to prevail upon the constable to let him out. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. Leastways, not on your own. From there I plan to travel until I reach Columbia—but any lawless country will do. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out the great shrouded shapes of the furniture. Wood, who were, furthermore, engaged in a little conjugal tête-à-tête of their own.
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