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"Ain't you got it a mite too hot with pepper, Clemmie?" "No, I ain't. That's all you men know about such things." "Well, I didn't know." The swelling began to disappear according to the prophecy of the housekeeper, but the skin took on the color of the reddened water in the basin. An hour later Mr.
I'd always held to the idea that some day I'd come back here after I'd got rich, remodel the home, and get the best woman in all the world to ship side by side with me as best mate. I've told you all that afore, many the time, Clemmie." Miss Pipkin barely nodded. The suggestion of moisture gathered in her eyes as she gazed at the tragic face before her.
That ain't no more than you've been doing to others all your miserable life. It ain't no more than you done to Clemmie Pipkin years ago, leaving her nothing to live on. But mine will be the last you'll foreclose on, and I'm going to see one or two of the best lawyers in the city afore you do that!" The Captain strode from the room and down the stair. Mr. Fox called feebly, begging him to return.
Leastwise, I be," he finished hurriedly, noting a rising color in her thin cheeks. "Huh!" she grunted indignantly. "A body'd think you was the grandfather of Methuselah to hear you talk." "I am getting on purty well, Clemmie." "Josiah Pott! If you come over here to talk that nonsense you can go right back." "I really come on another matter.
He wondered now, as he sat before the dying fire, if her presence in his home would change her attitude toward him. This question wakened anew the desire of his youth, and after he had retired it kept sleep from his eyes through the long hours of the night. He must have Clemmie Pipkin to take care of his house.
"You'd best get away for a spell." "I'd like to have a rest, but I can't leave. There's no one to take my place." "Pshaw! There's plenty who'd be glad for the place." "Anyhow, I ain't got no place to go." "That's what I've come to see you about, Clemmie." Miss Pipkin straightened with cold dignity, and her eyes flashed fires of warning. "Josiah Pott! Be you proposing to me again?"
"That's a funny question. I should say you can come. Clemmie will be real glad to see you, and so will the minister." "I'm coming to see you," she said, coloring. "I'm going home now. Good-bye." She hurriedly kissed him, and before he had time to speak she was half-way up the hill. At the rear gate she waved, then disappeared behind the mass of shrubbery that lined her father's place.
We ain't going to run up the white flag till we have to, and I don't care if he's got the whole creation on his side." He rose and laid his rough palm over the bony fingers on his shoulder. "Do you mean that you're going to stick by me, Clemmie?" She nodded. "I cal'late that'll help a heap, even if things go dead against me.
"You must have hit your funny-bone, or something," hinted Miss Pipkin as she poured a cup of the reheated coffee. "Now, don't get mad, Clemmie. I was just fooling. Mack understands me purty well, and he'll tell you that I didn't mean nothing by what I said." "Josiah Pott! You're that disrespectful that I've a good mind to scold you." "What's up now, Clemmie?" "The very idea!
I've heard his name mentioned twice, by two different people, with quite different effects." "What do you mean by me throwing light on him?" "Tell me about him, all you know, good and bad. What does Miss Pipkin know about him? Where is he?" "Heave to, there, Mack! One at a time. I don't know if Clemmie has any idea where he is now.
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