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And then Mrs. Bunting bethought herself that the young man was tired, as well as cold. He was pale, almost pallid under his usual healthy, tanned complexion - the complexion of the man who lives much out of doors.
"Wouldn't you like me just to make you a cup of tea?" she said solicitously.
"Well, to tell truth, I should be right down thankful for one, Mrs. Bunting!" Then he looked round, and again he said her name, "Mrs. Bunting - ?"
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He spoke in so odd, so thick a tone that she turned quickly. "Yes, what is it, Joe?" she asked. And then, in sudden terror, "You've never come to tell me that anything's happened to Bunting? He's not had an accident?"
"Goodness, no! Whatever made you think that? But - but, Mrs. Bunting, there's been another of them!"
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