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But jest then Miss Bobbet spoke up, and said, "She laid out to go to the World's Fair she wouldn't miss it for anything; it wuz the oppurtunity of a lifetime for education and pleasure; but she wuz a-goin' to finish that borrow-and-lend bedquilt of hern before she started a step.

The calm assurance of Peter's manner oppressed her with a sense of his mastery. She sank back upon the couch from which she had arisen. "I wish you would tell me what you mean," she said. "You have no right to talk to me in this fashion. What have you to do with my affairs?" "I have as much to do with them as the Count von Hern," Peter insisted boldly.

But if she won't do it, why, then, somebody else has got to they ought to be brung. I say Mother Charnick wuz in the right on't. But Trueman's wife had got so in the habit of findin' fault, and naggin' at me, and the other relations on Trueman's side and hern, that she couldn't seem to stop it when she knew it wuz for her interest to stop.

"You didn't know Miss Polly as I did," he argued. "She used ter be real handsome and she would be now, if she'd let herself be." "Handsome! Miss Polly!" "Yes. If she'd just let that tight hair of hern all out loose and careless-like, as it used ter be, and wear the sort of bunnits with posies in 'em, and the kind o' dresses all lace and white things you'd see she'd be handsome!

I tell you what, wirtue like hern gits its rewards even in this here life. She'll certainly be set up to think she's made a teacher out of you unbeknownst! And mebbe it won't tickle her wonderful to think how she's beat Jake Getz!" he chuckled. "Of course you're writin' to her to-night, Tillie, ain't you?" he asked. "I'd write her off a letter myself if writin' come handier to me."

"I will not drink with you," he said, "I will not smoke with you. But some day this reckoning shall come." He turned to the door. De Grost laid his finger upon the bell. "Show Count von Hern out," he directed the astonished servant who appeared a moment or two later. Peter, Baron de Grost, was enjoying what he had confidently looked forward to as an evening's relaxation, pure and simple.

You and I, as you know, dear Count von Hern, conduct our peculiar business under very delicate conditions, and the least thing we either of us desire is notoriety. I managed things, as I thought, for the best. The moment you left the place my men swarmed in.

Peter Ruff was very quiet he had caught a few of those rapid words. But the woman's foreign accent had troubled him. "If only she would speak in her own language!" he muttered. Lady Mary's hand suddenly tightened upon his arm. "Look!" she exclaimed. "That is Count von Hern!"

But the jewels her husband prized most in her wuz the calm light of patience, and love, and womanliness that shone on her face. They wuz made, them pure pearls of hern, as pearls always are, by long sufferin' and endurance, and the "constant anguish of patience."

De Grost came slowly forward into the middle of the room. "Count von Hern," he said, "I think that you had better leave." The woman found words. "Not yet!" she cried. "Not yet! Paul, listen to me. This man has told me a terrible thing." The breath seemed to come through Hagon's teeth like a hiss. "He has told you!" "Listen to me!" she continued. "It is the truth which you must tell now.

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