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least the danger of his own position; he was entirely taken up with the horror of his father's
death. As I was leavinghoweverhe suddenly grasped my hand with tears in his eyes.
Tell meArnolddo people really believe me guilty?
I knew by "people" he meant Polly Mathers; but I had not had an opportunity to speak with her alone since the
day of the tragedy.
I haven't talked to anyone but the sheriff I returned.
Mattison would be glad enough to prove it Radnor said bitterly yilai:
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through the iron bars of the window, while I went out and the jailer closed the door and locked it.
All through the funeral that afternoon I could scarcely keep my eyes from Polly Mathers's face. She appeared
so changed since the day of the picnic that I should scarcely have known her for the same person; it seemed
incredible that three days could make such a difference in a bright [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], healthy [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], vigorous girl. All her youthful
vivacity was gone; she was pale and spiritless with deep rings beneath her eyes and the lids red with crying.
After the services were over, I approached her a moment as she stood in her black dress aloof from the others
at the edg