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"And now more plain talk, T. S. This is a fine, sporting, rather spectacular thing you're doing, going down to Mexico after Jimsy, and I'm absolutely with you, but if the worst should be true if the boy really has gone to pieces you won't marry him?" "No," said the girl steadily, after an instant's pause. "If Jimsy should be like his father I wouldn't marry him, Stepper.
She grew still more sober. "Another thing, Stepper ... about about Mr. King's trouble. Of course, you and I have never believed that Jimsy had to inherit it, have we?" "No. Not if people let him alone. His life, his training, his environment, are very different more wholesome, vital.
He would think of her while he took tea with Mrs. and Mr. Dearman, assuring himself that she was certainly a stepper, a stunner, and, very probably, thrilling thought a wrong 'un.
So now clear out you lads, and let's keep the house quiet, for Pearl is a light sleeper and always was." "And a light stepper too, ma, for here I am up and dressed, and hungry as a bear." It was Pearl herself who opened the stairs' door.
"Come on Monday, by this train and I'll meet you at the station in my trap. I've got a fine stepper." "Right you are. I'll come on Monday. It's kind of you to want me so much." "I do want you." Her warm, glowing face in the frame of the window invited him, and they kissed.
"Trot, if it must be so," said Clarence, superciliously; "but I am a few paces before you." "So much the better," cried the jovial chief. "Little John's mettle will be the more up: on with you, sir; he who breaks into a canter loses; on!" And Clarence slightly touching his beautiful steed, the race was begun. At first his horse, which was a remarkable stepper, as the modern Messrs.
It is sartin. 'Let me go as I am, said I. 'Time enough to have a new suit when I've earned it. 'Wall, he said, as he continued counting, 'I guess you've earnt it already. Ye've studied hard an' tuk first honours an' yer goin' where folks are purty middlin' proud'n haughty. I want ye t' be a reg'lar high stepper, with a nice, slick coat.
But we won't, if you'd rather not. Stepper will go with us, or Billy, or Ted." Mrs. Lorimer sighed. She could envisage just how much efficient, deterrent chaperonage her husband would supply. She watched them set off for the Malibou Ranch the next Sunday morning rather complacently, however. She had seen to it that Carter was of the party.
I don't mind telling you now that I should have gone with her myself if these people hadn't turned up." "Stepper, dear!" "And I'll go now, T. S., if you like." "No, Stepper. I'd rather go alone, really as long as I'm going to be so well looked after, and Muzzie needn't worry." "'Needn't worry!" said Mildred Lorimer, lifting her hands and letting them fall into her lap.
I shall keep an eye on things for you; keep in touch with the boy, see him, hear from him, hear of him, and if the time comes when I believe that his need of you is instant and vital, I'll write no, I'll cable you to come." "Stepper!" The comfort in her eyes warmed him.
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