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Rena, sitting on the back piazza,
looked up from the pota apples
she was pealing, to encounter
a pair of bold black eyes
fixed upon her in evident
admiration. The stranger
drew rein for a moment,
looked as though he meant
to address her, but hesita-
ted, ^ turned his eyes away and directing his
course diagonally
toward the other side
of the street, spoke
to Frank Fuller,
who was working by
the window of the cooper-
shop. What he said
she could not dis-
tinguish, but it was
apparent from
Frank's gestures
that he was giving
the stranger directions
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how to find some
place. The stout man
nodded his thanks,
threw another ^ long glance across
his shoulder at Rena,
slapped the mare with
the buggy-rein, and
drove on toward Back
Street.
Miss Molly had heard
the sound of wheels ^ the horse's
hoofs as the buggy passed
by the front part of the
house, and had run
to the window and
looked out between
the slats of the Venetian
blinds; but the traveler
had gone so far past
the window that she
could ^ see only see his
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