"I don't know--except her cousin, that Sturgis girl, lying back in her chair, same as she always is. There's a man with his back to us--I can't make out who he is. Might be Harry Liscomb, only I never saw Harry wear white clothes. But he's just about Harry's size. There--there comes somebody in the gate--two women. If I wasn't so far away I could tell who 'tis. All dressed up---- Oh, it's the Gildersleeves, sure's you're born. Mis' Gildersleeve and Alice. I hadn't seen them clothes before, I didn't recognize 'em. I…
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