“I wonder,” he said, and went off at a tangent. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. A woman such as I am might help take care of Mr. Oh God! pardon me. All the village was assembled in the churchyard. This is a noted place for highwaymen.
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