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 there wasn't a word of your murder. (Getting up and going over to the counter.) They've likely not found the body. You're safe so with ourselves.

It's making game of me you were (following her with fearful joy), and I can stay so, working at your side, and I not lonesome from this mortal day.

What's to hinder you from staying, except the widow woman or the young girls would inveigle you off?

And I'll have your words from this day filling my ears, and that look is come upon you meeting my two eyes, and I watching you loafing around in the warm sun, or rinsing your ankles when the night is come.

I'm thinking you'll be a loyal young lad to have working around, and if you vexed me a while since with your leaguing with the girls, I