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by
Harold Frederic (Author)
This tacit separation of the farmer and myself from the rest of the household in the course of time begat confidences between us. He grew, from brief and casual beginnings, into a habit of speaking to me about the things we read. As it became apparent, year by year, that young Jeff was never going to read anything at all, Abner Beech more and more distinguished me with conversational favor. It cannot be said that the favoritism showed itself in other directions. I had to work as hard as ever, and got no more playtime than before. The master’s eye was everywhere as keen, alert, and unsparing as if I had not known even my alphabet. But when there were breathing spells, we talked together-or rather he talked and I listened-as if we were folk quite apart from the rest.
Number of Pages: 72Dimensions: 0.15 x 9.02 x 5.98 INPublication Date: December 25, 2017
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