Wood," said the lady bridling up, "my request may, perhaps, have some weight with you. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. A young man was playing the banjo. It was on the night of the Great Storm that I found him. If by any chance I have made a mistake a word will bring me to you. She was too late. His voice had broken.
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