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- ward the lane, puffing savagely at
an empty pipe, and with his cheeks afire, it didn't seem so. It was very tragic.
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That evening he announced his intention
of going back to the city.
Hunter Brough took his pipe from his
mouth, examined it attentively for a
moment, and said,—
"Suit yourself, Miles. I'd ask you to stay, but I don't believe I could stand you many days in your present condition. I don't know what in thunder is the matter with you, and you won't tell me, but"
"Why should there be anything the matter with me?" demanded Miles, crossly.
"Give it up, my boy. But there is. When a man walks around the shop all day like a caged bear and growls like one there must be something wrong.
