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Wanderers

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 783    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

hes, and stood there now, in blouse and high boots, ready to start work. I was free and unknown; I learned to walk with a long, slouching stride, and for the l

tarted on o

fault to find with me as a work-mate. "You'll turn

out fanwise from the corners of his eyes, like the traces of a thousand kindly smiles. He was sorry to interrupt, and hoped we wouldn't mind-but they'd so much trouble every y

surely; we'd manage t

eted her politely, and I thought her a beautiful creature to see. Then a half-grown lad came out to look, and asked all sorts o

t off home, leaving me behind. I

uiet of Sunday morning. I chatted to the farm-hands and joined them in talking nonsense to the maids; when the bell began ringing for church, I sent in to ask if I might borrow a Prayer

an I was torn from my setting and came near to sobbing aloud. "Keep quiet, you fool," I said to myself, "it's only neurasthen

there, in came Fr?kenen, the young lady I had seen the day before; I stood up and bowed a greeting, and she nodde

u, I'm sure, my

spread in her cheeks till they burned. Then with a toss o

done a nic

to hide. Impertinent fool, why hadn't I held m

. It struck me that here would be the proper place to dig the well, and then run a pipe-line down the slope to the house. Judging the height as nea

aven's sake let me not go making the same mistake a

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