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I am at the forge, watching the deepening glow of the coals as I ply the bellows; and, listening to their hoarse, not unmusical drone, it seems like a familiar voice (or the voice of a familiar), albeit a somewhat wheezy one, speaking to me in stertorous gasps, something in this wise:
"Charmian Brown -- desires to thank -- Mr. Smith -- but because thanks -- are so poor and small -- and his service so great -- needs must she remember him -- "