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This was because of a pain around his heart had she known it. He had felt that pain before. "H-how do they treat you, Cynthy?" She hesitated. She had not yet learned to use the word patronize in the social sense, and she was at a loss to describe the attitude of Mrs. Duncan and her daughter, though her instinct had registered it. She was at a loss to account for Mr. Worthington's attitude, too.
In fact, these suggested one or two little things to me, which might be of interest to you." "Well," said Jethro, "they might, and then again they mightn't. Guess it depends." "Depends!" exclaimed the man of leisure, "depends on what?" "H-how much you know about it." Young Mr. Worthington, instead of being justly indignant, laughed and settled himself comfortably on a pile of bark.
"H-how is it written," said Jethro, leaning over it, "h-how is it written?" "Cynthy," answered Mr. Judson, involuntarily. "Then make it Cynthy make it Cynthy." "Cynthy it shall be," said Mr. Judson, with conviction. "When'll you have it done?" "To-night," replied Mr. Judson, with a twinkle in his eye, "to-night, as a special favor." "What time w-what time?" "Seven o'clock, sir.
"Oh, yes," answered Cynthia, forgetting her own grievance at the recollection; "only it didn't seem nearly that long." "W-want to know!" exclaimed Jethro, in astonishment, putting down his paper. "H-how did it happen?" "Come right up and spoke to us," said Ephraim, in a tone he might have used to describe a miracle, "jest as if he was common folk. Never had a more sociable talk with anybody.
"H-how much do they git for that noise h-how much do they git?" Mr. Beard tenderly lifted the hand from his knee and stared at Jethro with his mouth open, like a man aroused from a bad dream. "Who? What noise?" he demanded. "The Dutchmen," said Jethro. "H-how much do they git for that noise?" "Oh!" Mr. Beard glanced at the band and began to laugh.
"Oh, yes," answered Cynthia, forgetting her own grievance at the recollection; "only it didn't seem nearly that long." "W-want to know!" exclaimed Jethro, in astonishment, putting down his paper. "H-how did it happen?" "Come right up and spoke to us," said Ephraim, in a tone he might have used to describe a miracle, "jest as if he was common folk. Never had a more sociable talk with anybody.
Thirty was nearer the price, but what did it matter. "H-how much for that?" he said, pointing to another. The clerk told him. He inquired about them all, deliberately repeating the sums, considering with so well-feigned an air of a purchaser that Mr. Wetherell began to take a real joy in the situation. For trade was slack in August, and diversion scarce.
"I went to Harwich with Moses before that bad spell I had in March," he answered. Cynthia smiled from pure happiness, for she began to see the drift of things now. "H-how long since you've b'en in foreign parts?" said Jethro. "'Sixty-five," answered Ephraim, with astonishing promptness. "Er like to go to Washington with us to-morrow like to go to Washington?" Ephraim gasped, even as Cynthia had.
But the man you knew is changed." "Changed?" "Not in that way!" he said in a slow voice. "H-how, then?" she stammered, all a-thrill. "Nerve gone almost. Going to get it back again, of course. Feel a million times better already for talking with you." "Do does it really help?" "It's the only panacea for me," he said too quickly to consider his words. "The only one?" she faltered.
Lorraine parried awkwardly. "I don't " "Did they git Frank, las' night?" Brit's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, searching pitilessly for the truth. "Don't lie to me, Raine it ain't going to help any. Was it Frank or Lone? They's a dead man laid out on this ranch. Who is it?" "F-frank," Lorraine stammered, backing away from him. "H-how did you know?" "How did it happen?"
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