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He remarked her hands were small, in keeping with the slightness of her person, but somehow didn't seem so wore a look of strength and capability, befitting hands trained to a nurse's duties; and saw them each tight-fisted but quivering as they rested on the table, as though their mistress struggled to suppress the manifestation of some emotion as powerful as unfathomable to him.
He was a Northern man, but she knew him to be a tight-fisted yankee, whose whole counsel would go against liberating the Negroes. Yet there was one way in which the thing could be done. She loved Carlton, and she well knew that he loved her; she read it in his countenance every time they met, yet the young man did not mention his wishes to her. There were many reasons why he should not.
But I bethought me of his mortgage. What of his crops and barn destroyed, I knew he would be unable to meet it. So I got a shrewd, close-mouthed, tight-fisted money-lender to get the mortgage transferred to him. Then I strolled down to see how he took it, for he had lived there upward of twenty years.
"An' likewise, maintainin' weak reservoirs that lets go an' drowns other folks' cattle is a public nuisance, an' a jury's liable to figger up them damages kind of high 'specially again' you, Johnson, bein' ornery an' rotten-hearted, an' tight-fisted, that way, folks don't like you." "It means hangin' fer you!" "Yes. But it means catchin' first.
But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grind-stone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
Christina remembered with glee that she had sent him one, quite as ugly, a fat old farmer, mean and tight-fisted, growing rich out of his ill-gotten gains. She read his letter, even before she took time to show the valentine to Grandpa, and it sent her dancing through the house in a way that alarmed her mother. For Allister's letter had, once more, opened up the door into the big outside world.
That's a fact. . . . No," he added, a moment later, "he ain't goin' to the office; he's turnin' down the lane here. . . . Eh! Jumpin' fire of brimstone, I do believe WHAT in the world?" For Mr. Clifford's step was upon the platform of the store and in another moment the door opened and the tight-fisted one himself appeared. Shadrach said nothing; he could only stare in amazement.
"Why should I ask you for a dinner?" "Why shouldn't you? If I be a tight-fisted man, I'm not mean enough to refuse a hungry man." "Give me some work, and I can buy my dinner." "What's your name?" "Egbert Haldane." "Ah ha! That name's been in the papers lately." "Yes, and I have been in jail." "And do you expect me to have a man around that's been in jail?"
I'm feeling strangely ingenious at the moment. He was very mild, and yet there was something sinister and Scotch about him that the boy felt. "'Of course I'd pay it out of my own money, he remarks generously. "'Even so, I hate to see you cheated, says his father kindly. 'I hate to have you pay unjust extortions out of the mere pittance your tight-fisted old father allows you.
She never complained of weariness, she never lost her temper, she never lost patience with a customer, even the tight-fisted farmer type who doled their money out with that reluctance found only in those who have wrung it from the soil. In the midst of the rush she managed, somehow, never to fail to grasp the humor of a situation.
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