"
"I never expect to be that. I've repented of my conduct a thousand
times. I have suffered as much as God ought to make a man suffer for a
wrong deed."
"Not as much as me, an' I hain't guilty o' no crime nuther."
"I've humbly begged your forgiveness. I can do no more." He rose
slowly, despondently.
"Git out'n my sight, you vagabond!" Mrs. Dawson's voice rose till the
last word ended in a shriek.
Footsteps were heard in the kitchen, the door opened, and Mrs. Bradley
strode in, her face aflame. Westerfelt stepped towards her and put his
hands on her shoulders.
"Don't say anything," he said; "for God's sake, pity her."
"I cayn't stand it," she blurted out, half crying; "she's gwine
entirely too fur!" She pushed his hands down and stood glaring at Mrs.
Dawson.
"Look a heer, Sue Dawson," she said, getting her breath fast, "yo're a
older woman an' me, an' I've got due respect fer age an' a gray head,
but John Westerfelt is my friend, an' is a-visitin' of me 'n' Luke at
present. You are welcome in my house ef you'll behave yorese'f decent,
but you cayn't come under my roof to goad him to desperation.
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