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But I believe that he was artist enough himself to appreciate the perfections of the first citizen's efforts. After a much longer interval than was necessary for their perusal, Mr. Worthington turned. "G-guess they'll do," said Jethro, as he folded them up. He was too generous not to indulge, for once, in a little well-deserved praise. "Hain't underdone it, and hain't overdone it a mite hev you?
"I callate," answered Jethro, still more uneasily, "I callate it's because you're a woman." "And don't you think," asked Cynthia, "that a woman ought to know what becomes her best?" Jethro reflected, and then his glance fell on her approvingly. "G-guess you're right, Cynthy," he said. "I always had some success in dressin' up Listy, and that kind of set me up."
"I've an important engagement," said the Honorable Heth, consulting a large gold watch. "Are you going to be in Washington long?" "G-guess I've about got through, Heth g-guess I've about got through," said Jethro. "Well, if you have time and there's any other little thing, I'm in Room 29," said Mr. Sutton, as he put his foot on the stairway.
Here was a woman who could be dealt with by no known rules, who did not even deign to notice a week of marked coldness. "Jethro," she said, with a terrifying sternness, "I am going to ask you a question, and you must answer me truthfully." "G-guess I won't find any trouble about that," said Jethro, apparently not in the least terrified. "I want you to tell me why you are going to meeting."
What sud I be frightened of, ye miserable little shrimp?" "Really, I don't know, Speug," said Nestie; "but just let me g-guess. It might be climbing the hill; or did you think you might meet one of the 'Pennies, and he would fight you; or, Speug an idea occurs to me do you feel as if you did not want to spend an hour just a nice, quiet hour all alone with Bulldog?
Judson turned and shut the door in their faces. All this time Mr. Bass had not moved, not so much as to lift his head or shift one of his great cowhide boots. "Well, sir," demanded Mr. Judson, "what have you to say?" "N-nothin'. G-guess I'll keep the locket. I've, paid for it I've paid for it." "And you are aware, my friend," said Mr. Judson, "that my clerk has given you the wrong price?"
But I believe that he was artist enough himself to appreciate the perfections of the first citizen's efforts. After a much longer interval than was necessary for their perusal, Mr. Worthington turned. "G-guess they'll do," said Jethro, as he folded them up. He was too generous not to indulge, for once, in a little well-deserved praise. "Hain't underdone it, and hain't overdone it a mite hev you?
"G-guess it's because I'm not good enough to be anything more," he remarked suddenly. "Is that it?" "You have not tried even to be a friend," she said. "H-how about Worthington?" he persisted. "Just friends with him?" "I won't talk about Mr. Worthington," cried Cynthia, desperately, and retreated toward the lantern again. "J-just friends with Worthington?"
There was but one answer Wetherell would have to go back to the city and face the consequences. He had not the strength to earn his bread on a farm. "If I'd a b'en in any hurry for the money g-guess I'd a notified you," said Jethro. "I think you had better foreclose, Mr. Bass," Wetherell answered; "I can't hold out any hopes to you that it will ever be possible for me to pay it off.
"G-guess you know, or you wouldn't have come here." "What proof have I that you have it to sell?" Jethro looked at him for an instant. "M-my word," he said. Isaac Worthington was silent for a while: he was striving to calm himself, for an indefinable something had shaken him.
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