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She tore out a list of her commissions from a page of her memorandum-book, leaped lightly from the counter, threw her brown braid from her left shoulder to its proper place down her back, shook out her skirts deliberately, and saying, "Thank you for a most improvin' afternoon, Mr. Sparrell," sailed demurely out of the store.
Sparrell, placing the book he had been reading carefully under the counter, and advancing to Miss Delaware with a complete ignoring of her irony: "What can we do for you to-day, Miss Piper?"
"Why I prefer him to the hull caboodle that you girls have married or are going to marry?" she continued, meditatively biting the end of her braid. "Yes." "Well, he's the only man of the whole lot that hasn't proposed to me first." It is presumed that Sparrell made good the omission, or that the family were glad to get rid of her, for they were married that autumn.
Thomas Sparrell. No undue significance was attached to this fact through the very insignificance and "impossibility" of that individual; a lanky, red-haired youth, incapacitated for manual labor through lameness, a clerk in a general store at the Cross Roads!
The warning was laughed away; the opinion of Sparrell treated with ridicule as the dyspeptic and envious expression of an impractical man.
Neither do I think it could be said that a slight deafness, which might impart an embarrassing publicity to any statement the reverse of our general feeling that might be confided by any one to her private ear, was a sufficient reason; for it was pointed out that she always understood everything that Tom Sparrell told her in his ordinary tone of voice.
Asked still more pressingly to give her authority for these details, she at first hesitated, and then gave the name of Tom Sparrell.
"Have they got another cripple to work?" roared the Contingent in one furious voice. "No it's a woman a little one yes! a girl. Hello! Why, sure as you live, it's Delaware!" A spontaneous cheer burst from the Contingent, partly as a rebuke to Sparrell, I think, partly from some shame over their previous rage. He could take it as he liked. Still the blows went on distressingly slow.
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