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He has t-told me so often enough! Well, I am devil enough to f-find out a little bit what p-people are thinking about. Your E-eminence is thinking that I'm a conf-founded nuisance, and you wish s-somebody else had to settle what's to be done with me, without disturbing your s-sensitive conscience. That's a p-pretty fair guess, isn't it?"

"I d-didn't want y-y-you to think my p-people couldn't afford to to " he stammered in a low voice. "Oh, what an idiot you are! My father was always calling me an idiot, but if he'd known you! My goodness he said I was a double-distilled one! Whatever are you?" "There you are, you see," he grumbled. "But, Louis, whatever does it matter?

"First and foremost because we know nothing about him." "Why, Aunt Polly, we've always known him, ever since I was a little girl!" "Yes, and what was he? A rough little runaway urchin from an Orphans' Home! We know nothing whatever about his people, and his pedigree." "But I'm not marrying his p-people and his p-pedigree!" With an impatient groan Aunt Polly fell back on her pillow.

"But, Horace, to sell this house over my head what will p-people say?" "I don't care two whoops what people say," Mr. Gower replied unfeelingly. "This is simp-ply outrageous! How is Betty going to m-meet p-people?"

But he stopped in time, not from remorse, but as though pulled up by a revelation of maddening absurdity. "Oh, you you! You don't understand. You aren't capable of understanding. You're a block a machine you don't feel you g-go about rolling over p-people and things like like a damned steam-roller. You're not a man at all. You don't love anyone not even yourself. What do you know about anything?"

Symes jingled the loose change in his trousers pockets and replied with a large air of confidence "None whatever, sir." Mr. Prescott arose and stood for a moment thoughtfully stroking the back of one gray suede glove with the tips of the other. "I I will take the matter up with my p-people and give you their decision shortly."

He was crazy drunk and ha-ha-half blind with blood where Dic knocked him, and he didn't know who f-f-fired the shot." "But suppose he should know?" "B-but he won't know, I-I tell ye. I-I t-trust you; c-can't you trust Patsy? I-I'm not as big a f-fool as I look. I-I let p-people think I'm a fool because when p-people think you're a f-fool, it's lots easier t-t-to work 'em. See?"