Which, let me assure you, villain, will not be so far away. “But your hair,” he gasped. . Stanley allowed his paper to drop a little, and scrutinized the
hats and brows of their three fellow-travellers. Red apples and
snow! How often had these two things entered his thoughts since his wanderings
began? Red apples and snow!—and never again to behold them!
"I am going out for a little while," she said. Thankfully, he seemed pleased the
moment he saw her face, which her mother had made her
wash for weeks with the pulp of apples, orange water, and
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extract of borage among other things. “David,” she said, “you are not a coward, are you?”
“I do not know,” he muttered.
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