Lucy had passed the house once on the sidewalk, on a rare day when he was shoveling snow. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. ” Then she looked up at him with frightened eyes. "No; I don't think I'd laugh.
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