‘It—it is—nothing,’ she uttered jerkily. Anything in the least irregular is like poison to him. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. She prevaricated. It's mighty lonesome down there for a man bred to cities.
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