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"Wall, as game a feller as you are ain't afeared of a woman."
"I don't know about that. The gamer a feller is among men the fearder he
is among women, it seems like. But what am I talking about? She won't
take any notice of me and in fact it won't make any difference if she
does. I tell you, though, I don't like to be treated that way by a
woman."
"Why, how did she treat you?"
"Looked something at me that made me dissatisfied with myself. I reckon
I must be a good deal of a fool, Uncle Jasper."
"Wall, I don't reckon you are as smart as old Henry Clay was. Still you
ain't no slouch. Come on in and I'll give you a knockin' down to her.
She can't no mo' than hit you with somethin'."
When introduced Jim shied off into a corner and there during the evening
he remained, gazing at the woman from "off yander," with scarcely
courage enough to utter a word. Mrs. Mayfield inquired as to his church
among the hills, and his countenance flared with a silly light and old
Jasper ducked his head and snorted in the sleeve of his home-spun shirt.
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