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"Father father!" cried Lulie. "Don't talk so! Don't act so!" "Act so! Be still! Let me alone, Martha Phipps! This woman here is a cheat. She's a liar! How do I KNOW? DON'T ask such fool questions. I know because because she says my wife Julia my wife tells me to sell my four hundred shares of Wellmouth Development stock " "Yes, of course. But, perhaps " "There ain't any perhaps.
Galusha, of course, was not in the least aware of the East Wellmouth estimate of himself, his fortune and his activities. He would not have been interested had he known. He was enjoying himself hugely, was gaining daily in health, strength, and appetite, and was becoming thoroughly acquainted with Gould's Bluffs, its surroundings, and its people. He made many calls at the lighthouse nowadays.
"If this place is to become really profitable, Auntie," she insisted, "those changes should be made. I don't see why this Mr. Cobb won't lend you the money; but, if he won't, then I'm sure someone else will, if you ask. Don't you know anyone here in East Wellmouth whom you might ask for a loan on your prospects?" "No. No, I don't." "Why, yes, you do. There is Captain Bangs, for instance.
But I cannot permit you to go to this trouble." "It isn't any trouble." "Excuse me, I feel that it is. No, doctor, I must go if not to the Wellmouth hotel, then somewhere else." Doctor Powers whistled. Miss Martha looked at Galusha. Galusha, whose knees were trembling, sat down in the chair again. Suddenly the lady spoke. "If this was a hotel you would be willin' to stay here, wouldn't you, Mr.
Macadam ain't so bad, but if you step off it you're liable to go under for the third time." "Dear me! Dear me!" "Dear me's right, I cal'late. But what do you want to go to the Centre for? Hall don't live there. He lives on ahead here at East Wellmouth." "Yes that's true, that's true. So you said. But the South Wellmouth station man " "Oh, never mind Nelse Howard.
"I thank you for the compliment, Captain Hallett," he said, "but my intuition cannot keep pace with Mr. Pulcifer's ah calculations. No, indeed." Jethro pulled his beard. "I asked you," he said, solemnly, "what Raish Pulcifer cal'lated he was doin' buyin' up Development stock? Do you know?" "No. Is he buying it?" "If you ain't heard that he is, you're about the only one in East Wellmouth.
As to her sophistication well, Galusha gave little thought to that, in most worldly matters he himself was unsophisticated. However, he was sure that he liked Miss Phipps and that he loathed Mrs. Buckley. And he liked East Wellmouth, bareness and bleakness and lonesomeness and all.
And this is what he sang: "Said all the little fishes that swim there below: 'It's the Liverpool packet! Good Lord, let her go!" To the average person this would have sounded like the wildest insanity. But not to Captain Obed Bangs of East Wellmouth. The captain sprang from the truck and held out his hand. "Johnnie Kendrick!" he shouted. "It's Johnnie Kendrick, I do believe! Well, I swan to man!"
Between the higher hills and over the tops of the lower ones Galusha caught glimpses of the sea. In the opposite direction lay a little cluster of roofs, with a church spire rising above them. He judged this to be East Wellmouth village.
And they were spoken as a soliloquy. "By time!" muttered Kenelm, as he shuffled slowly past the Captain's door. "By time! I I'll do somethin' desperate!" Next morning, when Captain Obed's hired motor car, with its owner, a Wellmouth Centre man, acting as chauffeur, rolled into the yard of the High Cliff House, a party of three came out to meet it.
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