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"You'll make him give the post-office to Cousin Eph, won't you, Uncle Jethro?" "Yes;" said Jethro, very simply, "I will." He meditated awhile, and then said suddenly, "W-won't speak about it will you, Cynthy?" "You know I won't," she answered. Let it not be thought by any chance that Coniston was given over to revelry and late hours, even on the Fourth of July.
This make-up suits me p-pretty well, I think; but it w-won't do for me to show myself in Brisighella in the same character that I had here; it would be ev-v-vidence against you if I get taken." "You won't get taken; we have a splendid disguise for you, with a passport and all complete." "What is it?" "An old Spanish pilgrim a repentant brigand from the Sierras.
"H-how'd you like it?" said Jethro again. "Well," said Ephraim, "I hain't got any objections." Jethro started out of the shop, but paused again at the door. "W-won't say nothin' about it, will you, Eph?" he inquired. "Not till I git it," answered Ephraim.
Wetherell could only stare at him like a man who, with the halter about his neck, has been suddenly reprieved. But Jethro Bass did not appear to be waiting for thanks. He cleared his throat, and had Wetherell not been in such a condition himself, he would actually have suspected him of embarrassment. "Er Wetherell?" "Yes?" "W-won't say nothin' about the mortgage p-pay it when you can."
"You mustn't come here. You sha'n't it's worse than murder! P-promise me you won't come here again!" Mr. Wright began to understand, and his eye twinkled. "Who's to prevent it, now?" "I will, if you w-won't listen to reason. You are killing her, between you: you don't know w-what wickedness you're doing. She's she's an angel." "Bravo, my lad! So she is, every inch of her."
"W-want to stop this consolidation, don't you want' to stop it?" "Certainly I do." "G-goin' to do all you can to stop it hain't you?" "Certainly I am." "I-I'll help you," said Jethro. "Help us!" exclaimed Balch. "Great Scott, we want you to take charge of it." "I-I'll do all I can, but I won't guarantee it w-won't guarantee it," said Jethro. "We don't ask you to guarantee it.
"W-want to stop this consolidation, don't you want' to stop it?" "Certainly I do." "G-goin' to do all you can to stop it hain't you?" "Certainly I am." "I-I'll help you," said Jethro. "Help us!" exclaimed Balch. "Great Scott, we want you to take charge of it." "I-I'll do all I can, but I won't guarantee it w-won't guarantee it," said Jethro. "We don't ask you to guarantee it.
Turn to him, Clo look up give him your hand. Y-you loved him once, I think, and you were right quite r-right. You can t-trust Beverley, Clo g-give him your hand." "No, no!" cried Cleone, and, snatching her fingers from Barrymaine's clasp, she turned away. "What you w-won't?" "No never, never!" "Why not? Answer me! Speak, I tell you!"
Wetherell could only stare at him like a man who, with the halter about his neck, has been suddenly reprieved. But Jethro Bass did not appear to be waiting for thanks. He cleared his throat, and had Wetherell not been in such a condition himself, he would actually have suspected him of embarrassment. "Er Wetherell?" "Yes?" "W-won't say nothin' about the mortgage p-pay it when you can."
Ye 're sure g-good 'nough fer me, an' th-that 's all thar is to it. Now, yer w-won't say that no more, w-will yer?" "No, señor," she answered simply, "I no say dat no more." He remained standing before her, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other, a great hulk in the gloom.
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