Sheppard," said the carpenter, advancing to meet her, and trying to look as cheerful and composed as he could; "what brings you to town, eh?— Nothing amiss, I trust?" "Nothing whatever, Sir," answered the widow. We can be friends again. Her back had stiffened, and her hazel eyes looked steadfastly ahead. "Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. ’ ‘I’m that sorry, miss,’ Kimble said glumly. He would have to sit down here in Canton and wait, perhaps for weeks.
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