Wood, however, made known his presence to the individual by laying his hand upon his shoulder. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. ” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. Muttering something to himself, he appeared to be telling upon his fingers the advantages and disadvantages of some scheme he had in contemplation.
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