"The scoundrel sometimes tells the truth, an' when he
do it's the worst truth in the world; an' if I'm a scoundrel that's the
sort of truth I'm a tellin'."
"Go away from here, you brute."
"All right, all right. I have give you yo' chance, an' now I must have
it out with the old sheep. When I see you ag'in yo' eyes may not be so
bright. A hot pillow, turned over an' over in the night, when the
rooster crows an' thar ain't no sleep, ain't good fur the eyes. I'm
goin' now, an' you better think it over. Good-day, ma'm. I have give you
yo' chance an' my conscience is clear."
He walked off up the road and she was about to go into the house when
Old Jasper came along, with an axe on his shoulder. Seeing that she was
disturbed, he inquired if anything were wrong.
"Why, that man Peters was here a moment ago, and--"
"Oh, don't pay no attention to him. He's a joker," said the old man, and
going to a bench near the fence, poured water into a tin can, went to
the grind-stone, and upon it began slowly to pour a stream.
Mrs.
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