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He had expected, evidently, that Westover would want to fish or shoot, or at least join him in the hunt for woodchucks, which he still carried on with abated zeal for lack of his company when the painter sat down to sketch certain bits that struck him. When he found that Westover cared for nothing in the way of sport, as people commonly understand it, he did not openly contemn him.
You you say it's Westover? Oh yes, Westover. Old friend of family. Tell you good joke, Westover my sister's. No more jays for me, no more jags for you. That's what she say just between her and me, you know; she's a lady, Bess is; knows when to use slang. Mark mark of a lady know when to use slang. Pretty good jays and jags. Guess we didn't count this time either of us."
A voice called, "Heigh, there!" and the boy turned and fled, crashing through the underbrush at a tangent, with his dog at his heels. Westover looked after them, and then came forward. A lank figure of a man at the foot of a poplar, which he had begun to fell, stood waiting him, one hand on his axe-helve and the other on his hip.
"I tell you, there a'n't many places finer than old Lion's Head, after all. Don't you think so, Mr. Westover? I want to get the daylight on it, but it does well by moonlight, even."
It's got so now that in the big city houses they can't make anything on feeding people, and so they try to make it up on the rooms. I should feed them well I believe I know how and I should make money on my table, as they do in Europe. "I've thought a good many things out; my mind runs on it all the time; but I'm not going to bore you with it now." "Oh, not at all," said Westover.
At times it was almost too implicit; he would have liked to deserve it better by laying open all that had been in his heart against Jeff. But he forbore, of course, and he took refuge, as well as he could, in the respect by which she held herself at a reverent distance from him when he could not wholly respect himself. One morning Westover got leave from Mrs.
Fox had divined in his way that Westover was not only not to be molested, but was to be respectfully tolerated, yet no gleam of kindness ever lighted up his face at sight of the painter; he never wagged his tail in recognition of him; he simply recognized him and no more, and he remained passive under Westover's advances, which he had the effect of covertly referring to Jeff, when the boy was by, for his approval or disapproval; when he was not by, the dog's manner implied a reservation of opinion until the facts could be submitted to his master.
"Here, take one of these every hour until the cough is relieved, my friend," said he. The man stared, swallowed a pellet, stared again, in an odd, suspicious, surly fashion, muttered something unintelligible and passed on. There were three villages between Gresham and Alton: Red Hill, Stanbridge, and Westover.
He could have believed he saw the pulse throbbing in her neck. But she held herself stone-still, and he divined her resolution to conquer herself, if she should die for it. "Yes, I came for that," said Westover. "That's what makes it so dismaying. If I had only happened on it, I shouldn't have been responsible for the failure I shall make of it."
"That's the worst of Jackson. You can't make him believe anything's the matter. Sometimes I can't bear to hear him go on about himself as if he was a well young man. He expects that medium's stuff is goin' to cure him!" "People sick in that way are always hopeful," said Westover. "Oh, don't I know it! Ha'n't I seen my children and my husband Oh, do ask that doctor to answer as quick as he can!"
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