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"D-don't know much about city ways." "Well," said the clerk, beginning to be amused, "a man has to keep his wits about him." Even then Jethro spared him a look, but continued to study the contents of the case. "What can I do for you, Mr. Bass? We have some really good things here. For example, this Swiss watch, which I will sell you cheap, for one hundred and fifty dollars."
The judge dropped the volume of Scott on the desk, and as for Wetherell, he realized for once the full meaning of the biblical expression of a man's tongue cleaving to the roof of his mouth; the gleam of one of Jethro's brass buttons caught his eye and held it fascinated. "Literary talk, Judge?" said Jethro. "D-don't mind me go on."
My people couldn't afford to pay more for me, and I don't care who knows it. We'll get there as soon " "I d-don't w-want to g-get there. What's at the end of it? I know very well I'll throw my damned self overboard, and then they'll see what they've done." "Who's they? And what is it they've done?" She had no idea that it was an extraordinary thing to take so much interest in a perfect stranger.
Consolidation might come in other years, but he, Isaac Worthington, would not be a factor in it. "You don't want a check, do you?" he said at last. "No d-don't want a check." "What in God's name do you want? I haven't got twenty thousand dollars in currency in my pocket." "Sit down, Isaac Worthington," said Jethro. Mr. Worthington sat down out of sheer astonishment, perhaps.
"Brace up, Dot, it can't do a bit of good to cry you know. Now you know more about this sort of thing than I do, what do people do when they're lost in the woods?" "Hol holler," said Dotty, weakly, between her sobs, "holler like fury, and m-maybe somebody hears them and maybe they d-don't."
"Washington!" exclaimed Cynthia. "When?" "N-now to-morrow." Then he added uneasily, "C-can't you get ready?" Cynthia laughed. "Why, I'll go to-night, Uncle Jethro," she answered. "Well," he said admiringly, "you hain't one of them clutterin' females. We can get some finery for you in New York, Cynthy. D-don't want any of them town ladies to put you to shame.
Wetherell put his hand to his head, but he did not dare to ask the question. Then Jethro Bass fixed his eyes upon him. "Hain't never mixed any in politics hev you n-never mixed any?" Wetherell's heart sank. "No," he answered. "D-don't take my advice d-don't." "What!" cried the storekeeper, so loudly that he frightened himself. "D-don't," repeated Jethro, imperturbably.
Doña Victorina was at length able to articulate. "I, envious of you, I, of you?" drawled the Muse. "Yes, I envy you those frizzes!" "Come, woman!" pleaded the doctor. "D-don't t-take any n-notice!" "Let me teach this shameless slattern a lesson," replied his wife, giving him such a shove that he nearly kissed the ground. Then she again turned to Doña Consolacion.
"Wouldn't give a Red Brook Seedling for Alvy," ejaculated the nasal Mr. Price. "D-don't like Red Brook Seedlings, Sam? D-don't like 'em?" said Jethro. He had parted his blue coat tails and seated himself on the stoop, his long legs hanging over it. "Never seed a man who had a good word to say for 'em," said Mr. Price, with less conviction. "Done well on mine," said Jethro, "d-done well.
"Unless the one you fought somehow got himself repaired." "I suspect that would h-have to be the case," stammered the Cowardly Lion. "I d-don't think there could be more than one of those creatures. I had assumed it was created by magic, sort of like a green elephant or something. But if it is alive again, it will probably find out who it was that defeated it before. It will be looking for me."
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