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Lem sat down on the counter and laughed until he was forced to brush the tears from his cheeks at the idea of Chester Perkins being Jethro's candidate. Where was reform now? If Chester were elected, it would be in the eyes of the world as Jethro's man. No wonder he sat in a corner and refused to eat.
"For any particular purpose?" Alban inquired "For a purpose which, I am afraid, you won't approve of. I mean to ask Mr. Mirabel if he knows Miss Jethro's address." "I hope he is as ignorant of it as I am," Alban answered gravely. "Are we going to quarrel over Miss Jethro, as we once quarreled over Mrs. Rook?" Emily asked with the readiest recovery of her good humor. "Come! come!
"I I do love him, but I will not marry him." Yes, she could be sure of Jethro's sympathy, though he could not express it in words. Yet she had not told him for this. She had told him, much as the telling had hurt her, because she feared to cut him more deeply by her silence. It was a terrible moment for Jethro, and never had he desired the gift of speech as now.
It was a rule of Jethro's code either to make an effective departure or else to remain and compel the other man to make an ineffective departure. In the meantime William Wetherell had entered the store by the back door unperceived, as he hoped. He had a vehement desire to be left in peace, and to avoid politics and political discussions forever vain desire for the storekeeper of Coniston. Mr.
The blood mounted to Jethro's forehead, and he made an angry gesture. "And leave you here for him! 'Mi Duvel! I can only die once, and I would rather die near you than far away," he exclaimed. His eyes had a sardonic look, there was a savage edge to his tongue, yet his face was flushed with devouring emotion and he was quivering with hope.
It was a rule of Jethro's code either to make an effective departure or else to remain and compel the other man to make an ineffective departure. In the meantime William Wetherell had entered the store by the back door unperceived, as he hoped. He had a vehement desire to be left in peace, and to avoid politics and political discussions forever vain desire for the storekeeper of Coniston. Mr.
She was thoroughly frightened, and went first to the garden to ask Jethro's advice. But Jethro, so Milly Skinner said, had gone off half an hour before, and did not know that Mr. Merrill had arrived. Cynthia went back again to her father. "Where's Mr. Merrill?" asked Wetherell. "Dad, do you think you ought to see him? He he might excite you." "I insist upon seeing him, Cynthia."
"Thereabouts," answered Mr. Beard, uneasily. Veteran as he was, Jethro's appearance and earnestness were a little alarming. "You say two dollars is their price?" "Thereabouts," shouted Mr. Beard, seating himself on the edge of his chair. But Jethro paid no attention to him. He rose, unfolding by degrees his six feet two, and strode diagonally across the corridor toward the band leader.
It was almost criminal ignorance for a man who lived in that part of the country not to know Bijah Bixby of Clovelly, who was paying a little social visit to Coniston that day on his way home from the state capital, tending, as it were, Jethro's flock. Still, Wetherell must be excused because he was an impractical literary man with troubles of his own.
He pushed back his chair, and rose, merely indicating the result of his labors by a wave of his hand. And he stood in the window as Jethro Bass got up and went to the table. I would that I had a pen able to describe Jethro's sensations when he read them. Unfortunately, he is a man with few facial expressions.
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