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"Haven't heard anything about the elopement?" exclaimed the little woman in astonishment. "Why it's been the talk of the town all morning. Elopement in high life son of a grain-dealer, name of Hines, or Himes, or something, and a preacher's daughter Josie somebody didn't catch her last name. Wonder if you don't know the parties Why, Mr. McKinney, are you ill?"
There he stood firmly planted on both feet, leaning upon a thick stick with a knob at the end of it. A little spaniel had followed the grain-dealer, in spite of Jacquotte's efforts, and was crouching beside him. "Well, what is it?" Benassis asked as he turned to this being.
So he changed his mind and concluded to go to one of the Western States. On our wavering westward way a grain-dealer in Buffalo told father that most of the wheat he handled came from Wisconsin; and this influential information finally determined my father's choice.
The men decided to live on their stored seed-corn until the rains had fallen, and then to take work as servants till they could catch up with the lost year; but as the grain-dealer was thinking of his well-filled crates of corn, and the prices he would levy at the sale of it, Hathi's sharp tusks were picking out the corner of his mud-house, and smashing open the big wicker chest, leeped with cow-dung, where the precious stuff lay.
The scoundrelly grain-dealer is stripped of all he possesses and sent away to beg in exile. A noble service to Athens!” “Despite the evidence,” murmured Clearchus; but Lampaxo’s shrill voice answered her brother:— “It’s my opinion you jurors should look into a case directly opposite this house. Spies, I say, Persian spies.”
Hanscom, the wife of the grain-dealer who always stipulated for cash payment before he would deliver a bag at the barn door, "it ain't bills, as I see." "It's just as good." Ellen Bayliss looked up from her sewing to throw this in, with her air of deprecating courtesy. "A check's the same as money any day. I have two, twice a year, from my stock.
That night I wrote a letter to A.L. Peters, the grain-dealer in Duxbury, asking for a job even though it wouldn't go ashore for a couple of weeks, just the writing of it made me feel better. It's hard to tell you how those two weeks went by. I don't know why, but I felt like hiding in a corner all the time.
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