I want to lay eyes on
_her_; I can tell ef you have been up to yore old tricks when I see
'er. Ef she's got a purty face you have."
He made no reply.
She hitched her burden up on her left hip and curved her body to the
right. "I'm a-gwine to put up thar, an' I'll see. The Bradleys 'll
think quar ef I don't put up with them, I reckon; but I'm gwine to try
hotellin' fer once. Right now it's in my line uv business.
Good-mornin'; I don't owe you anything--nothin' in the money way, I
mean. Ah! you think I'm a devil, I reckon; well, you made me what I
am. I'm yore work, John Westerfelt!"
He stood in the stable door and watched the little bent figure walk
away. He saw her pass the cottages, the store, the bar, and enter the
hotel; then he went through the stable into the back yard and stood
against the wall in the warm sunlight. He didn't want Washburn to come
to him just then with any questions about business. A sudden,
startling fear had come to him. He was going to lose Harriet now, and
through Mrs. Dawson, and it would be the just consequences of his early
indiscretion.
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