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His bristly hair was cut short, and stood aggressively erect upon a bullet head, his clothes were soiled and greasy beneath a gray coating of dust. A pair of alert, lead- blue eyes and a certain facility of movement belied the drawl that marked his nativity. He removed his hat and bowed at sight of Miss Chapin. "Good-evenin', Miss Jean!" said he. "I hope I find y'all well."
"Good-evenin', Mrs. Sprowle! I hope I see you well this evenin'. How 's your haalth, Colonel Sprowle?" "Very well, much obleeged to you. Hope you and your good lady are well. Much pleased to see you. Hope you'll enjoy yourselves. We've laid out to have everything in good shape, spared no trouble nor ex" "pence," said Silas Peckham. Mrs.
"Well," said he, "I must be goin' in. There is a story in the evenin' paper that I am readin'. Men are divin' in the seas for a treasure, and pirates are watchin' them from behind a reef. And there ain't a woman on land or water or in the air. Good-evenin'." And he trundled his pushcart down the alley and back to the musty court where he lived.
He stood still, but did not stand aside to let her pass, until she made an imperious little gesture and stepped as if she would have passed around him. Then he stood aside. But she did not appear in a hurry to avail herself of the freedom offered, she simply looked at him. He took off his cap sheepishly enough, and said, "Good-evenin'."
A little figure was coming towards them down the deserted street, with a jug clasped in two small grimy hands. "Preacher!" cried a childish voice eagerly, "good-evenin', preacher." John stopped and bent down to see who it was, for a tangle of yellow hair almost hid the little face. "Why, it is Molly," he said, in his pleasant voice. "Where have you been, my child? Oh, yes, I see, for dad's beer?"
Dingwell lifted his hat. "Good-evenin', Miss Rutherford." She nodded curtly. Her intelligent eyes passed from his to those of Fox. A question and an answer, neither of them in words, flashed forth and back between Beulah Rutherford and the little man. Dave took a hand in the line-up as they fell into place beside each other. "Hold on, Fox. You keep to the left of the road.
When the squire and his wife's cousin left the house, the tramp followed at a little distance. Not far from the squire's handsome residence Kirk left him, and the tramp then came boldly forward. "Good-evenin'," he said familiarly. Squire Davenport turned sharply, and as his eye fell on the unprepossessing figure, he instinctively put his hand in the pocket in which he kept his wallet.
Good-evenin', Mr. Tuxbury." She turned with a rustling bob, and was out the door. The lawyer pressed forward hurriedly. "Why, Mrs. Maxwell, weren't you coming in? Isn't there something I can do for you?" said he. "No, thank you," replied the old lady, shortly. "I've got to go home; it's my tea-time. I was goin' by, and I thought I'd jest look in a minute; that was all. It wa'n't anything.
"Mistoo Itchlin, seein' as 'tis you, a puffic gen'leman, 'oo is not goin' to 'efuse that satisfagtion w'at a gen'leman, always a-'eady to give a gen'leman, I bid you faw the pwesen' good-evenin', seh!" He walked away. Richling stood in his tracks dumfounded, crushed.
Good-evenin'." She was half down the walk before she finished speaking. She never looked around. The lawyer turned to Mrs. Field. "Mrs. Henry Maxwell was not any too much please to see you sitting here," he whispered, with a confidential smile. "She wouldn't say anything; she's as proud as Lucifer; but she was considerably taken aback." Mrs. Field nodded. She felt numb.
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