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If I tell him that road will take him over a cliff, the worst that can happen to me is to be told to mind my own business, and I can always answer back: 'I was only trying to help you. If I don't speak, the man breaks his neck. Between the two, it seems to me, sooner than have any one's life on my hands, I'd rather be told to mind my own business." Hemingway stared into his glass.
It was Herr Schimmelpodt, hot, perspiring and gasping, who now raced upon the platform. For one of his weight, combined with his lack of nimbleness, it was hazardous to attempt to board the moving train. Yet Herr Schimmelpodt made a wild dash for the train. He would have been mangled or killed, had not Officer Hemingway caught the anxious German and pulled him back. "Hey, you!
"'Specially the way you'll work!" exclaimed Grace Sinclair. "I am going to help Miss Drayton in the filing department," said Sattie. "Put a letter from an F man into an F drawer, and from a G man into a G drawer, and from an H man into an H drawer, and from an I man into an I drawer " "Oh, stop!" cried Dolly Hemingway, warningly.
If she and her husband suspected anything, they did not torment him with questions; they didn't even appear to notice that he was silent and abstracted. "What on earth is the matter with the boy?" worried Mrs. Hemingway. "John, do you think it's a " "Petticoat? What else should it be?"
"I know you as well as though I had known you for a thousand years and I love you." The girl flushed crimson. "Not my past," she gasped. "I meant " "I don't care what you meant," said Hemingway. "I'm not prying into your little secrets. I know only one thing two things, that I love you and that, until you love me, I am going to make your life hell!"
"Mother, I have not stolen anything," the boy said, more solemnly, after a pause. "I am your son. You believe me, don't you?" "I'd stake my life on your innocence when you've given me your word!" declared that loyal woman. "The chief said I was to take your instructions, Dr. Thornton," hinted Hemingway. "Yes; I heard the order given," nodded the now gloomy High School principal.
Hemingway's maid; Mrs. Hemingway, sir, she can run the car, but I can't." "Where is Mrs. Hemingway?" "When the car broke down, sir, she said she would go for help. I think she went to that house over there." "H'm! And so you're her maid. Personal maid, do you mean?" "Not exactly, sir. I'm her new waitress, she was just taking me home, sir."
His wife declared she had married him because of that cleft; it gave her an object in life to find out what it meant. Hemingway studied Peter curiously. He had a great respect for his wife's nice and discriminating judgment, and it was plain that this long-legged, unpretentious young man was deeply in her good graces. Evidently, then, this chap must be more than a bit unusual.
Sometimes she stayed a month, sometimes only over one steamer day. But when she got here Lady Firth took such a fancy to her that she made Sir George engage her as his private secretary, and she's been here ever since." In a community so small as was that of Zanzibar the white residents saw one another every day, and within a week Hemingway had met Mrs. Adair many times.
Hemingway kept his promise. He bored no one with confidences as to his ancestors. Of his past he made a point never to speak. He preferred that the little community into which he had dropped should remain unenlightened, should take him as they found him.
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