The Illegal Marriage — page 30: what you’re looking at

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22 THE ILLEGAL MARRIAGE. “Broke his neck short off,” muttered Aiken, in response. “Come, come, boys!” Stannard interrupted, “bear a hand now, and let’s get the doctor to my house. Take him up gently, now.” They came around, slowly and reverently, and stood above the body. “You'll have to use my coats for a litter until I can ride home for blankets. Easy, easy with him.” Stannard knew that Trippe was insensible to pain, but it hurt him to see the helpless head roll from side to side, and he threw up both hands as it struck the log heavily. “Take care there, Dick, what the duse are you about. Mind what you are doing,” he said, in no gentle tone. At length Trippe’s body was in the road, and they were fixing him upon the coats fora litter. Stan- nard was watching eagerly unaware how he was shaking with cold. <A boy touched his shoulder, and on looking around Stannard saw him shift off his warm but well-patched coat. “Take it, Mars’ William. Do take it,” the boy pleaded, as Stannard pushed it back. “Do take it; I can stand de cold better’n you kin.” “No, no, Aleck; keep your coat. . Put it on again. I can do very well.” “Please take it, marster—I can’t bear to see you so.” The boy’s earnest face touched him then, and he saw that a refusal might be misunderstood. “It is better to have any amount of bodily pain than to have one’s feelings hurt,” Stannard said to himself, as he took the coat; “but then I fear this Comicboo “S (Elo)