"The gentleman is a stranger to me, Poll," replied the woollen-draper, with increased embarrassment. He said simply that he wanted her to live at home. Jackson: "ha! ha!" "Not in the least, Ma'am," echoed Mr. But why do you ask?" "Because—" stammered the boy. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce.
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