Recalled to Life by Grant Allen
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in the friendliest way:
"Oh, my brother'll get them changed for you at Montreal as we pass, won't you, Jack? or at least as much as you need till you get to"--she checked herself--"the end of your journey." I noticed how she pulled herself up, though at the moment I attached no particular importance to it. So he was her brother, not her husband, then! Well, he was a very nice fellow, either way, and nobody could be kinder or more sympathetic than he'd been to me so far. We fell into conversation, which soon by degrees grew quite intimate. "How far West are you going?" the man she called Jack asked after a little time, tentatively. And I answered, all unsuspiciously: "To a place called Palmyra." "Why, we live not far from Palmyra," the sister replied, with a smile. "We're going that way now. Our station's Adolphus Town, the very next village." I hadn't yet learned to join the wisdom of the serpent to the innocence of the dove, I'm afraid. Remember, though in some ways I was a woman full grown, in others I was little more than a four- |
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