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Strangest of all, most hopeful of all, his own mind was working, though his soul rocked with passion. "Cynthy ever since we stopped that day on the road in Northcutt's woods, I've thought of nothin' but to marry you m-marry you.
Chester stared at him a moment, and then strode off toward the barn, unhitched his horse and jumped in his wagon. Something prompted him to take another look at Jethro, who was still whittling. "C-carry me down to the road, Chester c-carry me down to the road?" said Jethro. Joe Northcutt's knees gave way under him, and he sat down on a sugar kettle.
Chester arrived at dinner time at Joe Northcutt's, whose land bordered on the piece of road which had caused so much trouble, and Joe and half a dozen others had been at work there all morning under the road agent whom Judge Parkinson had appointed. Now Mrs. Northcutt was Chester's sister, a woman who in addition to other qualities possessed the only sense of humor in the family.
When William Wetherell and Cynthia had reached the last turn in the road in Northcutt's woods, quarter of a mile from Coniston, they met the nasal Mr. Samuel Price driving silently in the other direction. The word "silently" is used deliberately, because to Mr. Price appertained a certain ghostlike quality of flitting, and to Mr. Price's horse and wagon likewise.
Chester arrived at dinner time at Joe Northcutt's, whose land bordered on the piece of road which had caused so much trouble, and Joe and half a dozen others had been at work there all morning under the road agent whom Judge Parkinson had appointed. Now Mrs. Northcutt was Chester's sister, a woman who in addition to other qualities possessed the only sense of humor in the family.
Strangest of all, most hopeful of all, his own mind was working, though his soul rocked with passion. "Cynthy ever since we stopped that day on the road in Northcutt's woods, I've thought of nothin' but to marry you m-marry you.
Chester stared at him a moment, and then strode off toward the barn, unhitched his horse and jumped in his wagon. Something prompted him to take another look at Jethro, who was still whittling. "C-carry me down to the road, Chester c-carry me down to the road?" said Jethro. Joe Northcutt's knees gave way under him, and he sat down on a sugar kettle.
Hines, feeling very humble and abashed, climbed up behind her, and they rode away, leaving the snipe hunting gear, including Sid Northcutt's valuable rifle, on the edge of the gully. She left him at Bishop's, charging him to swallow before going to bed a "dost" of the home-brewed chill medicine from a squat bottle she handed him.
He had a cider mill on his farm on the south slopes of Coniston which Mr. Ware had mentioned in his sermons, and which was the resort of the ungodly. The cider was not so good as Squire Northcutt's, but cheaper. Jethro was not afraid of Lyman, and he had a mortgage on the six-horse team, and on the farm and the cider mill.
He had a cider mill on his farm on the south slopes of Coniston which Mr. Ware had mentioned in his sermons, and which was the resort of the ungodly. The cider was not so good as Squire Northcutt's, but cheaper. Jethro was not afraid of Lyman, and he had a mortgage on the six-horse team, and on the farm and the cider mill.
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