Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 76
trembling fingers plucked it out of my pack-Time was slipping by. At any moment Men- pocket. I could not see the words, but I remem-sieur Victor might come bringing the key, —it bered them well enough —Overhaste churns badwas then I bethought me of my hair. In my haste butter. Was it for this I had… … time set me thinking. The key was not heavy.Three or four single hairs twisted together wouldcertainly carry it to me, and. saying each hairwas four feet long and the distance to the groundno more than fifteen, I knew I should have mycord if I knotted together four strands of sixhairs each. This I…
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