\"Where have you been, young lady?\" Mike crooned, a large grin on his fat Irish face. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. " "Silly love stories?" "No; love wasn't the theme. . Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs. I do not love any one.
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