'Come in, come in gentlemen,' Marybelle invited, turningand waddling down a passage, leading the way into abright, warm room. I wouldn't aim for Montana, though. Three years on the road gang and two years thereafteras a brick maker in the penal settlement of Port Arthur,and another two returned to Richmond Gaol had beenquite enough for him. It was suffihis fare to America from Denmark, as well asto stock up on merchandise likely to be inply in the New World.
He wore a heavy dark coat which fell it to his ankles with a pair of stout boots protrudingprousers of rough corduroy. Dern, Call said. Soon enough he took a second,more cautious, sip from the mug. Puffed with drunken self-importancehe commenced to beat solidly at the boy's threadbarecoat, slapping hard into his skinny
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