Perhaps these few words were the first real conscious words he had uttered in days. “His dress for no man lays a snare; A man scores always, everywhere. It's mighty lonesome down there for a man bred to cities. Will you forgive me—if I say no more?” She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes.
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