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"You bet!" came the spontaneous answer. "She held out her apron, an' I lefted the lid off the pail and pours what's in it into her lap. They went out to the stable and Wilson saddled the roan. "I'll be back in an hour or so," called the deacon as he rode away..
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"I think I have some reason, Mr Lawrence," answered Mr Greyquill, drooping his head to one side, and looking at the other with a confidential and familiar expression which was scarcely a smile, but which teased the hot blood of Mr Lawrence as though the look masked an insult. Mr Lawrence viewed him in silence. "I'd call it bein' kind to dumb animals," spoke up Wilson, his eyes meeting the angry ones of his wife. With a supreme effort of will he shook off his numbness and the red flush of shame wiped the pallor from his cheeks. What would she think of him if she knew? The very anguish of the thought spurred him to play the part of hypocrite. It was despicable, he knew, but what man has not had to play it, sooner or later, in the great game of love? "Walk with me, and we'll endeavour to find out if Miss Lucy Acton was on the wharf after the hour of half-past seven this morning, and before the Minorca sailed.".
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