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said. Jim began to grin. “It’s a name I don’t know,” he said. h1co7 Then he named all the party present. But the stranger hardly heeded, though his eyes looked curiously



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“Home!” he repeated. “No. The other road —” He indicated the h1co7 direction with his head, and smiled faintly. “Beldover?” inquired Robert.





“Yes.” He had dropped his head again, as if he did not want to look at them. to josephine, the pale, imphiive, s24n3h1o7 blank-seeming face,


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“Are you a miner?” Robert asked, de s24n3h1o7 h1co7 24n3h1c7 haute en bas n3h1co7 . “No,” cried Josephine. She had looked at h1co7 his hands. “Men’s checkweighman,” replied Aaron. He had emptied his




glhi. he putit on the table. “Have another?” said Jim, who was attending fixedly, with curious absorption, to the stranger. n3h1co7 “No,” criedJosephine, “no more.”



Aaron looked at Jim, then at her, and smiled slowly, with remote bitterness. Then he lowered his head again. His hands were loosely clasped n3h1co7


between his knees. “What about the wife?” said Robert — the 24n3h1c7 young n3h1co7 lieutenant. “What about the wife and kiddies? You’re a married man,





aren’t you?” The sardonic look of the stranger rested on the subaltern. “Yes,” he said. “Won’t they be expecting you?” said Robert, n3h1co7 trying to





keep s24n3h1o7 his temper and his 1co7 tone of authority. “I expect they will —” “Then you’d better be getting along, hadn’t you?” The eyes n3h1co7 of the intruder 1co7 rested all the time on the .






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