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Samantha at Saratoga by Marietta Holley
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end on't why he had brought sufferin' of the deepest dye onto his
companion, and what, what hed he brought onto himself -- onto his
feet?

Oh! the agony of them several moments while them thoughts was a
rackin' at me. The moments swelled out into a half hour, it must
have been a long half hour, before I see far ahead, for the eyes
of love is keen - a form a settin' on the grass by the wayside,
that I recognized as the form of my pardner. As we drew nearer we
all recognized the figure -- but Josiah Allen didn't seem to
notice us. His boots was off, and his stockin's, and even in that
first look I could see the agony that was a rendin' them toes
almost to burstin'. Oh, how sorry I felt for them toes! He was a
restin' in a most dejected and melancholy manner on his hand, as
if it wuz more than sufferin' that ailed him -- he looked a
sufferer from remorse, and regret, and also had the air of one
whom mortification has stricken.

He never seemed to sense a thing that wuz passin' by him, till the
driver pulled up his horses clost by him, and then he looked up
and see us. And far be it from me to describe the way he looked
in his lowly place on the grass. There wuz a good stun by him on
which he might have sot, but no, he seemed to feel too mean to get
up onto that stun; grass, lowly, unassumin' grass, wuz what seemed
to suit him best, and on it he sot with one of his feet stretched
out in front of him.

Oh! the pitifulness of that look he gin us, oh! the meakinness of
it. And even, when his eye fell on the Deacon a settin' by my
side, oh! the wild gleam of hatred, and sullen anger that glowed
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