Gravely he placed them in his aunt's hand. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. Spit of your mother. She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still. His five o’clock shadow was bristly against her fingers.
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