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III

Lethbury was fumbling at the gate.

“Such nuishance,” he complained, “havin’ gate won’t unlock. Latch mus’ got los’⁠—po’ li’l latch,” murmured Mr. Lethbury, plaintively⁠—“all ’lone in cruel worl’!”

I opened the gate for him, and stood aside to let him pass toward his wife.