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NORTH AND SOUTH.
"You won't do it if you think about it. But you'll only puzzle yourself if you do, that's one comfort."
"Yo're not like no one I ever seed. I dunno what to make of yo'."
"Nor I of myself. Good-bye!"
Bessy stilled her rocking to gaze after her.
"I wonder if there are many folk like her down South. She's like a breath of country air, somehow. She freshens me up above a bit. Who'd ha' thought that face—as bright and as strong as the angel I dream of—could have known the sorrow she speaks on? I wonder how she'll sin. All on us must sin. I think a deal on her, for sure. But father does the like, I see. And Mary even. It's not often hoo's stirred up to notice much."
