The door opened and her husband entered. He cast a quick, apprehensive glance at his wife, and the low whistle died on his lips as he passed over to the long roller towel hanging above the wash-bench and proceeded to dry his hands.,
He patted the horse's thin neck. "Come, ol' feller, I'll stuff you with good oats fer once," he promised.,
"Yes, sir," answered Paul, who was not sailor enough to say, "Ay, ay, sir," which should have been his speech..
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