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"I got to know 'er through a chap what was engaged to 'er sister. She was stopping in London for a bit with an aunt that 'ad a 'am an' beef shop. This aunt was very particular they was all very particular people, all 'er people was and wouldn't let 'er sister go out with this feller except 'er other sister, MY girl that is, went with them. So 'e brought me into it, sort of to ease the crowding.
If I could get some feller which he knows the garment business to go as partners together with me, and to put a little money into the store, we could yet do a good business there." "How much money would you got to have?" Morris asked. "Two thousand dollars, anyhow," Sam replied. Morris tapped the table with his right index finger and frowned reflectively.
But in a minut more he was all right, an' there couldn't nobody treat a feller handsomer than he did me that night an' the next mornin'; but I took notice that the fust thing he done was to heave a big blanket kind o' careless like into the chair, an' cover the things clean up; an' then in a little while he says, a-sweepin' the whole bundle up in his arms, 'I'll just clear up this little mess, an' give ye a comfortable chair to sit in; an' he carried it all blanket, book, bracelets, shawl, an' all into the next room, an' throwed 'em on the floor in a pile in one corner.
The cat was dead, dead, in the same position in which she had left him the night before, and close to his nose was the meat Peggy had tried to entice him to eat. She lifted the basket and carried it into the shop. "Poor little feller," said Lafe. "I 'spose you'll have to bury him, lass." Bobbie edged forward, and felt for Jinnie's fingers.
She picked up one of the sheets on which he had been scribbling as though she had not heard him, and said: "Why, dear me! How comes it you have so much figurin' to do?" "Well," he began, in a querulous tone, "it beats all creation how many things a feller has to work out at once!
"'Glad'!" He pressed tobacco into a slender pipe as emaciated as himself. "You don't know W R. If he got a beat on the story of Creation he'd be sore as hell because God wanted a byline." He evidently enjoyed his own quip for he repeated several times in different accents "... God wanted a byline." He puffed a matchflame and surveyed the field of Mr Barelli's effort. "Hardworkin feller, what?
"Now, young feller, you can hit the trail," put in Buell, with his big voice. "An' remember what I told you. This country ain't got much use for a feller as can't look out for himself." He opened the gate, and led my mustang into the road and quite some distance. The pony jogged along after us. Then Buell stopped with a finger outstretched. "There, at the end of this street, you'll find a trail.
Come mornin', we'll settle, young feller," my friend Jenks growled. "I did," she admitted. "I have seen Mr. Jenks; I have also seen Mr. Beeson; I have seen others of you in Benton. I was glad to know of somebody here. I rode on the construction train because it was the quickest and easiest way." "And those garments!" Captain Adams accused.
But then a feller feels more independent when he can pay down, and treat a friend, if he likes; so hand over four or five Vs." At first Mrs. Livingstone refused, but her head ached so hard and her "nerves trembled so," that she did not feel equal to the task of contending with John Jr., who was always sure in the end to have his own way.
"No, sir! fellers must come free and spontaneous? or not at all. Never was I the woman to advance one step towards any feller in the way of courtship havin' no occasion for it, bein' one that had more offers than I knew what to do with, as I often tell my husband, Josiah Allen, now, in our little differences of opinion.
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