And thar's one more idea, and ez that can't be proved," continued Patterson, sinking his voice still lower, "mebbe it's accordin' to God's laws." Unsympathetic to her as the speaker had always been and still was, Mrs.
Tucker felt a vague chill creep over her that seemed to be the result of his manner more than his words.

"And that idea is.

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?" she suggested with pale lips.
"It's this! Fust, I don't say it means much to anybody but me.