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ith him.
The young woman looked at him a little defiantly and a little
suspiciously. "Are you a reporter?"
Sam smiled. "Noma'am."
Does he owe you money
He could see the underlying blood dye her
dusky cheeks when she asked the question desperatelyas it seemed to him
with a kind of brazen shame to which custom had inured her. She had
somehow the air of some gentle little creature of the forests defending her
young.
Not a centma'am. I don't want to do him any harm.
RIDGWAY OF MONTANA
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I didn't hear your name.
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letter of recommendation in itself. Fact is I'd rather not tell it till he sees
me.
From an adjoining room a querulous voice broke into their
conversation. "Who is itNorma?"
A gentl[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]n to see youTom.
Who is it?
more sharply.
It is IMr. Pelton. I came to have a talk with you.
Yesler pushed
forward into the dingy sitting-room with the pertinacity of a bookagent. "I
heard you were not welland I came to find out if I can do anything for
you."
The stout man lying on the lounge grew pale before the blood reacted
in a purple flush. His very bulk emphasized the shabbiness of the stained
and almost buttonless Prince Albert coa