A Study in Scarlet (Serial Edition Cover) — page 102: what you’re looking at

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94 A STUDY IN SCARLET. zed that his wanderings had come to an end, and that there, on that barren crag, he was about to die. “Why not here, as well as in a feather bed, twenty years hence,” he muttered, as he seated himself in the shelter of a bowlder. Before sitting down, he had deposited upon the ground his useless rifle, and also a large bundle tied up in a gray shawl, which he had carried slung over his right shoulder. It appeared to be somewhat too heavy for his strength, for, in lowering it, it came down on the ground with some little violence. Instantly there broke from the gray parcel a little moaning cry, and from it there protruded a small, scared face, with very bright brown eyes, and two little speckled dimpled fists. “You've hurt me!” said a childish voice, reproach- fully. “Have I, though P” the man answered, penitently. “I didn’t go for to do it.” As he spoke, he unwrapped the gray shawl and ex- tricated a pretty little girl of about five years of age, whose dainty shoes and smart pink frock, with its little linen apron, all bespoke a mother’s care. The child was pale and wan, but her healthy arms and legs showed that she had suffered less than her companion. “How is it now?” he answered, anxiously, for she was still rubbing the towsy golden curls which covered the back of her head. “Kiss it and make it well,” she said, with perfect gravity, shoving the injured part up to him. “That's what mother used to do. Where’s mother ?” “‘Mother’s gone. I guess you'll see her before long.” Gomicboo CSriG