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Updated: June 16, 2025
Pantin, who had regarded him as somebody to cultivate because of his connection with the exclusive Toomeys of the Scissor Ranch now had something of the sensation of a person who had stepped into the frigid atmosphere of a cold storage plant. Mrs. Pantin's eyes had all the warm friendliness of two blue china knobs and her thin lips were closed until her mouth looked merely a vivid scratch.
You know we lost everything when we lost the ranch. But you're perfectly safe you needn't have a moment's anxiety about that." Immediately it seemed as though invisible hands shot out to push her away, yet Mr. Pantin's tone was bland as he replied: "I should be delighted to be able to accommodate you, but just at the present time " "You can't?
Pantin's set society smile was on her small mouth, but the finality of the laws of the Medes and the Persians was in her tone as she replied: "I never think of interfering with my husband's business or making suggestions. As fond as I am of you, Delia, you'll have to ask him yourself." Mrs. Toomey had the feeling that they never would be quite on the same footing again.
Abram Pantin's boast that he never "held the sack" was heard but seldom, for there was more than a reasonable doubt that he was able to collect the interest on his farm mortgages, to say nothing of the principal. The town was at a stage when merely to eat and go on wearing clothes was cause for self-congratulation. It was conceded that a person who could exist in Prouty could live anywhere.
Pantin's face as he sent triumphant glances at his wife. It was well towards the end of the banquet that the belated train whistled and Mr. Teeters excused himself first reaching for a stalk of celery which he ate as he went, and looking, as Mr. Butefish observed to fill a pause, "like a pig with a corn husk hanging out of its mouth."
Pantin fought against his predilection to gamble on anything or anybody as he would have fought an impulse to take human life. It did not escape Mrs. Pantin's attention now that her husband had not answered her question as to whether he knew this notorious character. She repeated it. Mr.
"Perfectly," replied Mr. Pantin, calmly. "I've passed the stage when I talk to make conversation." "But think how she's been criticised!" Mr. Pantin got up impatiently. "Oh, you virtuous dames " Mrs. Pantin's thin lips went shut like a rat-trap. "Abram, are you twitting me?" Mr. Pantin ignored the accusation, and observed astutely: "I presume you've done your share of talking, and that's why "
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