Then he turned round and gazed thoughtfully at the particular spot in the fog where Courtlaw had disappeared. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. Remember, some day you and I are going to have that book. "Can't!" repeated his mother. With a little more meat on him, he would be handsome. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky.
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