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I hate these people who moan around and won't be happy unless they can do everything themselves they're generally the kind that give their wives a charge account at Lucile's and ten dollars a year pocket money and go into blue fits whenever poor spouse runs fifty cents over her allowance." Ted pauses, considering. Finally, "No, Ollie I don't think I'm quite that kind of a fool.
As Ollie had been thoughtless of Isom, so she might be thoughtless of him, and see in him only a foolish, weak instrument to use to her own advantage. Why should he seal his lips for Ollie, go to the gallows for her, perhaps, and leave the blight of that shameful end upon his name forever? He looked up. His mind had made that swift summing up while the prosecutor's words were echoing in the room.
After a while, when she went out into Morgan's world of laughter and chatter and fine things. She smiled, patting her lively tresses back into their accustomed place. Ollie was vain of her prettiness, as any woman is, only in her case there was no soul beneath it to give it ballast.
"I notice it's comin' up thick in the yard." "I might, if I could find the time," said Ollie. "Oh, I guess you'll have time enough," said Isom, severely. Her face grew pale; she lowered her head as if to hide her fear from Joe. "Cook it with a jowl," ordered Isom; "they go fine together, and it's good for the blood."
Before you'd really begun?" Ted hesitates. "Y-yes." "Oh, hell!" "Well, if all you can do is to lie back in bed there and call on your Redeemer when -Sorry, Ollie. But I'm not feeling too pleasant tonight." "Well, I ought to know " "Forgot. You ought. Well you do." "But I don't see anything yet that " "She does." "But " "Oh, Ollie, what's the use?
Could not Morgan and Ollie, to cover their own shame and blame, form a pact of silence or denial and turn back his good intentions in the form of condemnation upon his own head? How improbable and unworthy of belief his tale, with its reservations and evasions, would sound to a jury with Morgan and Ollie silent.
That may have moved him to his next excess of generosity. "I'm going to let Joe help you around the house a good deal, Ollie," said he. "He'll make it a lot easier for you this summer. He'll carry the swill down to the hogs, and water 'em, and take care of the calves. That'll save you a good many steps in the course of the day." Ollie maintained her ungrateful silence.
Unconsciously, she slipped into the speech of the old days, "You sure don't look much like you used to. I never see nobody wear such clothes as them. Not even Dad Howitt, when he first come. Do you wear 'em every day?" Ollie frowned; "You're just like all the rest, Sammy. Why don't you talk as you write? You've improved a lot in your letters.
Her brother John could not go with her, and husband and I are most too old to leave home now." The voice was as sweet and. musical as a child's, not the high-keyed, strained tone of most deaf people. When they all stood on the porch level Margaret touched Oliver's arm. "Speak slowly and distinctly, Ollie," she whispered, "then mother can hear you."
She lifted her tear-bright eyes, with the reflection of her subsiding passion in them, and looked yearningly into his. Ollie suddenly found herself feeling small and young, penitent and frail, in the presence of this quickly developed man. His strength seemed to rise above her, and spread round her, and warm her in its protecting folds. There was comfort in him, and promise.
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