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Something like a sigh escaped the man who listened to this edict. He took a lagging step or two forward. "You, Anse!" came Mrs. Wilson's voice. "Have I gotta limber you up with the strap, after all?" They found him seated on a stool, fondling the big grey-blue cat. He placed the cat gently down as they entered..
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With a bound, Billy was beside him, and peering through the rushes into the tiny bay in which they kept their boat. "And you, too," he whispered. "With all this, I have you, too." One thing Billy saw which he could not understand. The greasy surface of the shallow pond was never still, but bubbled incessantly as porridge puffs and bubbles when it boils. It was as if the slimy creatures buried in the oozy bottom belched forth their poisonous breath as they stirred in sleep. The morning wood-mists were warm, sweet-scented; the wood-birds' song of thanksgiving was glad with the essence of God-given life. But the man astride the dejected and weary horse saw none of the beauties of his surroundings, heard none of the harmony, experienced none of the exhilaration of the life all about him, as he rode slowly down the winding trail between the trees. He sat erect in his saddle, eyes fixed straight before him. His face was strong and seamed with tiny lines. The prominence of his features was accentuated by the thinness of the face. Beady black eyes burned beneath the shadows of heavy brows. A shock of iron-grey hair brushed his shoulders. In one hand he held a leather-bound book, a long thumb fixed on the printed page from which his attention had been momentarily diverted by his survey of the woodland scene..
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