She placed the freezer back on top of Ray Plote's old hiding place, now his permanent resting place. The man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions; they were playing some kind of a game. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. The young man opposite was straining his ears to listen to their conversation. ” She patted his arm and wiped her tears away.
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