It isn’t law, nor custom, nor masculine violence settled that. But, in spite of his general insensibility to such matters, Quilt could not help commenting upon the delicious perfume wafted from the numerous flower-beds past which they were driving. He did not come out of his chloroform coma and sailed weakly to his death. Having once more got into the chimney, he climbed to a level with the ward above, and recommenced operations as vigorously as before. “You see,” he said, “you are like an inaccessible gold-mine in all this sort of matter. Die game. In all these weeks she had not once knelt to pray. But I'll never part with your irons. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say.
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