Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. “This is all rot!” he declared angrily. "But, we'll soon see. He looked at her, hurt. You don’t have to live forever to understand that. “What’s that for?” He said. His safety must be looked to. " "Not in the least, Sir," replied Tom, in a drowsy tone, and with a look seeming to imply that he was too much accustomed to odd noises at night to heed them.
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