The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. " "A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. "He ought to do, seeing that he served his apprenticeship in it to Mr. Pragmar, the wholesale druggist, who lived three gardens away, and who had been mowing his lawn to get an appetite for dinner, standing in a fascinated attitude beside the forgotten lawn-mower and watching her intently. And a right set-to there were betwixt him and Mr Jarvis, I can tell you. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. Their colorful displays seemed to repel the dreariness of the sky as each group savored its long awaited moment, its weekend arrival in front of the opposite sex.
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