She liked him, aye, so she did. “If it’s the ragman, send him away, ye mind!” Aunt Cord called from the other room, where she was turning bed-linen. “What?” she whispered. “Either of you believe it after tonight?”Depape shook his head.
He knows that, somehow. He limps, has hair that falls to his shoulders pretty as any girl’s, and the quavery voice of an old gaffer who spends his days polishing the chimney-corner . After midnight. Yet it was also true.
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