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Mary E. Wilkins A New England Nun and Other Stories… (1920)

She drew the sulky into the yard of a large white house, the first which she came to, and knocked on the door.
"Can you—tell me—where—the doctor lives?" she asked the man who opened it.
She was leaning against the house, panting; her face was almost purple.
The man stood staring. He was old and large, with a sunburnt face and white hair.
"What in creation," said he at last, "does this mean? Who air ye, anyway? What ails him?" pointing at David lying back with deathly face, in the sulky.
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Mary E. Wilkins A New England Nun and Other Stories… (1920)

Whatever there was of sweet romance, whatever there was of sweet human pity in those simple, somewhat contracted country folks, was awakened. Poor, pretty, faulty Minty dragging the sulky with her sick husband in it, three miles to Bassets in the heat and dust, was to figure henceforth as the heroine of one of the unwritten folk-lore songs which are handed down from mother to daughter.
Everybody was kind to the poor young couple. When David began to mend, and there was more opportunity for them, there was no end to the kindly services which were proffered.
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Mary E. Wilkins A New England Nun and Other Stories… (1920)

She and David explored the old house, going through all the dingy, echoing rooms. There was not much in them but old rubbish. There was a great barn, which had once sheltered many head of cattle, adjoining the house. Minty and David found a few old rusty tools in there, a heap of hay on one of the dusty scaffolds, and the very phantom of an old sulky.
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