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"G-guess I'm willin' to pay you full as much as it's worth," said Jethro, producing a cowhide wallet. "Er what figure do you allow it comes to with the frame?" The artist was past taking offence, since Jethro had long ago become for him an engrossing study. "I will send you the bill for the frame, Mr. Bass," he said, "the picture belongs to Cynthia."
"G-guess it's because I'm not good enough to be anything more," he remarked suddenly. "Is that it?" "You have not tried even to be a friend," she said. "H-how about Worthington?" he persisted. "Just friends with him?" "I won't talk about Mr. Worthington," cried Cynthia, desperately, and retreated toward the lantern again. "J-just friends with Worthington?"
There was but one answer Wetherell would have to go back to the city and face the consequences. He had not the strength to earn his bread on a farm. "If I'd a b'en in any hurry for the money g-guess I'd a notified you," said Jethro. "I think you had better foreclose, Mr. Bass," Wetherell answered; "I can't hold out any hopes to you that it will ever be possible for me to pay it off.
Jethro smiled a little. "G-guess not," said he, "g-guess not, if the old man can help it. Nobody's married him yet, and hain't likely to." Jethro was unusually silent on the way back to the hotel, but he did not seem to be worried or displeased.
Judson turned and shut the door in their faces. All this time Mr. Bass had not moved, not so much as to lift his head or shift one of his great cowhide boots. "Well, sir," demanded Mr. Judson, "what have you to say?" "N-nothin'. G-guess I'll keep the locket. I've, paid for it I've paid for it." "And you are aware, my friend," said Mr. Judson, "that my clerk has given you the wrong price?"
Sukey, having adjusted the last pin, became hysterical over her handiwork, Millicent Skinner stared openmouthed, words having failed her for once, and Jethro thrust his hands in his pockets in a quiet ecstasy of approbation. "A-always had a notion that cloth'd set you off, Cynthy," said he, "er next time I go to the state capital you come along g-guess it'll surprise 'em some."
Crewe would get married a wife could take so many burdens off his shoulders. You don't know Mr. Crewe very well, do you?" "Callate to so so," said Mr. Braden. Mrs. Pomfret was at sea again. "I mean, do you see him often?" "Seen him once," said Mr. Braden. "G-guess that's enough." "You're a shrewd judge of human nature, Mr.
Judson turned and shut the door in their faces. All this time Mr. Bass had not moved, not so much as to lift his head or shift one of his great cowhide boots. "Well, sir," demanded Mr. Judson, "what have you to say?" "N-nothin'. G-guess I'll keep the locket. I've, paid for it I've paid for it." "And you are aware, my friend," said Mr. Judson, "that my clerk has given you the wrong price?"
"I've an important engagement," said the Honorable Heth, consulting a large gold watch. "Are you going to be in Washington long?" "G-guess I've about got through, Heth g-guess I've about got through," said Jethro. "Well, if you have time and there's any other little thing, I'm in Room 29," said Mr. Sutton, as he put his foot on the stairway.
Jethro smiled a little. "G-guess not," said he, "g-guess not, if the old man can help it. Nobody's married him yet, and hain't likely to." Jethro was unusually silent on the way back to the hotel, but he did not seem to be worried or displeased.
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