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the woods and hunt up his camp fire all the better for the dark, if he's got one."
"I didn't think of that."
The woman kept looking at me pretty curious, and I didn't feel a bit comfortable. Pretty soon she says:
"What did you say your name was, honey?"
"HIM AND ANOTHER MAN."
"M–Mary Williams."
Somehow it didn't seem to me that I said it was Mary before, so I did look up; seemed to me I said it was Sarah; so I felt sort of cornered, and was afeared maybe I was looking it, too. I wished the woman would say something more; the longer she set still, the uneasier I was. But now she says:
