? ? ? ? Nathan Graves looked about him for a conveyance. He finally drove a bargain with a man driving a shabby-looking vehicle, and the two took their seats.
? ? ? ? They were driven about six miles through a flat, unpicturesque country, when they reached a branch road leading away from the main one.
? ? ? ? It was a narrow road, and apparently not much frequented. Frank could see no houses on either side
? ? ? ? "Is your store on this road?" he asked.
? ? ? ? "Oh, no; but I am not going to the store yet. We will go to my house, and leave your trunk."
? ? ? ? At length the wagon stopped, by Graves' orders, in front of a gate hanging loosely by one hinge.
? ? ? ? "We'll get out here," said Graves.
? ? ? ? Frank looked with some curiosity, and some disappointment, at his future home. It was a square, unpainted house, discolored by time, and looked far from attractive. There were no outward signs of occupation, and everything about it appeared to have fallen into decay.
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