From the Valley of the Missing by Grace Miller White
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that they seemed rather a reflection than another pair. She said no word
until she took her position beside the boy on the shore, slipping her hand into his as she walked by his side toward the hut. "Be ye back for the night, Flukey?" she asked. "Nope." "Where ye goin' after supper?" "To Ithaca." "Air ye leg a hurtin' ye much?" "Yep." "Granny Cronk says as how yer pains be rheumatiz. If ye stay in out of the night air, ye'll get well." "Pappy Lon won't let me," sighed Flukey. He sank down on the cabin threshold, and as he spoke drew a blue trouser leg slowly up. "Damn knee!" he groaned. "It gets so twisted! And sometimes I can't walk." "Be ye goin' to steal again tonight?" asked the girl, bending toward him. |
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