"I really wish," she says, presently, "you would do what I say. Go to the farm, and—stay there."
Bet123l, "A—student?" says Mona, in a degree puzzled.
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Bet123l The stranger is advancing slowly: he is swarthy, and certainly not prepossessing. His hair is of that shade and texture that suggests unpleasantly the negro. His lips are a trifle thick, his eyes like sloes. There is, too, an expression of low cunning in these latter features that breeds disgust in the beholder..
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