MARY sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news And put him on his guard. “Silas is back She pushed him outward with her through the door And shut it after her. “Be kind,” she said She took the market things from Warren’s arms And set them on the porch, then drew him down To sit beside her on the wooden steps “When was I…
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