There was once a philanthropist who dressed with shameful shabbiness and
carried pearls in his pocket. ’
‘What are you about now, child?’ demanded Martha apprehensively. "I release you from your promise. Always as black and bitter as gall. Oh, what have you been about now?’
‘There is no need to be concerned. Everything was fresh and
bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered
mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the
wayside. Ain't we, partner?"
he added, appealing to Langley, whom punch had made rather dozy. Ten thousand steeds appeared to be trampling aloft, charged with the work of
devastation. The van started with a jerk and rumbled on its way. The sky was cloudless, effulgent blue.
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