Mrs. His employer retreated into the further apartment, leaving the door ajar. " "Iss, Massa Austin," replied the black. “It is part of the irony of life,” he said. Swiftly following the sound of knocking, she crossed right and passed through a door near the windows—and found herself in the bookroom. “This is Mr. There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. Life! Life and love! It makes me want to be always young, always strong, always devoting my life—and dying splendidly. Twice he cleaned the old briar; still there was no improvement. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant inspection, worried her.
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