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The child suddenly leaned toward the young fellow, and then retreated. "I can't stand your breath!" she exclaimed, "and I like to get close to the people I love." This seemed to touch Zeke. He blushed hotly. "It's a darned shame, kid," he returned sheepishly. "Mrs. Forbes, come here, please," said Jewel. The housekeeper had ceased crying, and was watching the pair.
Well knowing that this part of the business would be anything but agreeable, Zeke did his best to put as encouraging a face upon it as possible; and giving us no time to indulge in desponding thoughts, gleefully directed our attention to a pile of rude baskets made of stout stalks which had been provided for the occasion.
But he never was so popular as he is now. And she isn't by any means a steady-going Come-Outer. Why, Zeke Bassett and the rest have been finding fault with her and calling her a backslider. That'll help. Then you trust me to whoop up her heroism and the fact that without her he would have died. We can do it, Keziah. Come on! I've tackled a good many jobs, but matchmaking isn't one of 'em.
I like him first-rate, and I don't mean him any harm; but he's one of these young doctors with plenty of money at his back, bound to have a fashionable practice and succeed. His face is in his favor, and I guess he knows as much as any of 'em, and he can afford the luxury of a wife brought up the way Eloise Evringham has been. That's right, Zeke.
"But may I treat her?" "Do anything," brusquely; "but don't come near." Jewel ran to the back of the barn, dropped on the floor, and buried her face in her hands. Five minutes passed, ten, fifteen. Zeke rode up to the barn door, white and wild-eyed in the twilight. "Dr. Busby was away!" he gasped. "They tried to get him on the telephone, and at last did. He'll be here in a few minutes."
All the more reason. I'm getting in a rut. Besides, I'm getting tired of Burrus. Narrow-minded scoundrel! He throws out hints about Zeke bringing me my whiskey over from Fillmore. As if it were any of his business!" He subsided and silently contemplated the depths of Burrus' degradation. Joe laughed softly and at the same time felt the sharp little warning edge of an intuition.
The speculator inquired whether he knew where he was. He replied, "O yes, Mr. Godwin, I know where he is, well enough. But I'm sorry you've bought Zeke. You'll never make anything out of him. A bad speculation, Mr. Godwin." "Why, what's the matter with Zeke?" asked the trader. "O, these blacks come to Philadelphia and they get into bad company," replied he.
Mention the name of Zeke Scraggs, so they won't think it's Mr. Anonymous behavin' frivolous. Tell 'em I mean every word of it. Go on; do it. "So he did. "Then comes a sensible answer: 'Goods go forward by Number Three. "'Sure, says I. 'ill you join me?
I want a husband like grandfather. He wasn't afraid to face anything, and he honored his wife by acting as if she wasn't afraid either." Zeb gave Susie no chance to bestow the rebuffs she had premeditated. He had been down to witness the departure of the Opinquake quota, and had seen Susie's farewell to Zeke Watkins.
Her partiality for the English and Americans was well known; and this was an additional ground for our anticipating a favourable reception. Zeke had informed us, moreover, that by the queen's counsellors at Partoowye, a war of aggression against the invaders of Papeetee had been seriously thought of.
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