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He's not what I should call handsome, not Uncle Jim," she said. "But
he's a scorcher and no mistake.... Gramma don't like him."
V
Mr. Polly found the plump woman in the big bricked kitchen lighting a
fire for tea. He went to the root of the matter at once.
"
I say," he asked, "who's Uncle Jim?"
The plump woman blanched and stood still for a moment. A stick fell
out of the bundle in her hand unheeded.
"That little granddaughter of mine been saying things?" she asked
faintly.
"Bits of things," said Mr. Polly.
"
Well, I suppose I must tell you sooner or later. He's--. It's Jim.
He's the Drorback to this place, that's what he is. The Drorback. I
hoped you mightn't hear so soon.... Very likely he's gone."
"She don't seem to think so."
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