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I shall put you upon a small monthly allowance, in future, for your own private expenses; and you needn’t trouble yourself any more about my concerns; I shall look out for a steward, my dear—I won’t expose you to the temptation. And as for the household matters, Mrs. Greaves must be very particular in keeping her accounts; we must go upon an entirely new plan—’
“Now, you needn’t be a mite afraid to tell me about it. I won’t tell it straight, you know. I’d just like to see what you are going to wear so I could keep her out of her tricks for once. Is your frock blue?”
"I don’t know which costs most," Arethusa shrieked. "You needn’t scream so," said Aunt Mary. "I ain’t so hard to hear as you think. I ain’t but seventy, and I’ll beg you to remember that, Arethusa. Besides, I don’t want to hear you talk. I just want to hear about Jack.
The beginning of a wan smile vanished from her lips. “I also think you can’t stay in this room; and, surely, you needn’t hesitate . . .” “No. It doesn’t matter now. He has killed me. Rita is dead.” While we exchanged these words I had retrieved the quilted, blue slippers and had put them on her feet. She was very tractable. Then taking her by the arm I led her towards the door.
If you need me fer anything you jest holler out ‘Randy!’ good and loud an’ I’ll hear you. Guess I’ll set on this log. The tavern’s jest round that bend in the road. Naw, you needn’t thank me. This is a real pretty mornin’ to set an’ rest. Good-bye.” Marcia hurried on, glancing back happily at her protector in a calico sunbonnet seated stolidly on a log with her tin pail beside her.
Who was the fellow, Westby, that said he didn’t care who might make his country’s laws if only he might write its songs?” “Oh—no—that’s got nothing to do with me.” “You needn’t care who makes the touchdowns. Your job is to do something else. It’s no discredit to you if because of lack of training or adaptability, you can’t hang on to a ball at a critical moment.
An then he forgets all about the lame ankle he had kept covered up on a chair pertendin it was hurt fallin off his horse when the coach brought him all the way fer I asked Mis’ Green—and he ketches her by the wrists, and he says she can’t go without him, and she needn’t be in such a hurry fer you wouldn’t have no more to do with her anyway after her being shut up there with him so long, an then she looked jest like she was going to faint, an I bust out through the door an ketched up the ink pot, it want heavy enough to kill him, an I slung it at him, an the ink went square in his eyes, an we slipped through the closet an got away quick fore anybody knew a thing.
“Wuss,” said Pete, “hit’s a landslide.” Instantly a thought went through my brain like a hot bullet and made me shudder. “Pete,” I shouted. “I’m right hyer, tenderfut, you needn’t holler so loud,” he answered, and calmly filled his pipe.
“Yes, sir.” “Thanks,” said Mr Bunker. “By the way, Dr Twiddel might not like your telling this even to a friend, so you needn’t say I called, I’ll tell him myself when I see him, and I won’t give you away.” He smiled benignly, and the little maid thanked him quite gratefully. “Evidently,” he thought as he went away, “I was meant for something in the detective line.”
‘And so cold as it is too!’ said he, glancing with dismay at her slight drapery, and immediately handing her into the carriage. ‘Markham, will you come? We are going to Paris, but we can drop you anywhere between this and Dover.’ ‘No, thank you. Good-by—I needn’t wish you a pleasant journey; but I shall expect a very handsome apology, some time, mind, and scores of letters, before we meet again.’
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