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old song that chronicled how alluring were the invitations of Satan,
falling twice or thrice in his haste, but hurting his clothes more
the fence. The feeling between these two was often the reverse of
"Lemme 'lone, now!" was answered by sundry snaps at his heels and a
the family forbade that; but in defense of his ears and tail he
contemplation.
Rufe sat down on the floor of the uninclosed passage between the two
clumps of mullein that grew just beneath, for there were no steps,
sought to lean on Towse, the dog sought to lean on him.
They both looked out meditatively at the dense and sombre
were but meagre suggestions of that strong, full-pulsed humanity
preempted perfection.
Towse soon shut his eyes, and presently he was nodding. Presumably
was no fly. Rufe, however, was wide awake, and busily canvassing
for he would not confess how untrustworthy he had proved himself.
on his hand, and his attitude expressed a downcast spirit.
This chanced to strike his mother's attention as she came to the
accusation. She had no idea of youthful dejection disconnected with
cried, acrimoniously.
"Waal, sometimes ye air sorter loose-jointed in yer jaw, an' ain't
a leetle yerb-tea on ye, ennyhow."
She started back into the room, and Rufe rose at once. This cruelty
tanyard. He set out at a brisk pace. He had no mind to be long
he might have hid in the underbrush, as he had often done, until
and looked eagerly at the juvenile ambassador.
"Did Nate gin ye a word fur me?" he called sonorously, above the
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