Jeff Briggs's Love Story by Bret Harte
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"You are angry with me, Mr. Jeff."
"What, I--Miss Mayfield?" "Yes, you!" "Miss Mayfield!" "Oh yes, you are. Don't deny it?" "Upon my soul--" "Yes! You give me punishments and--penances!" Jeff opened his blue eyes on his tormentor. Could Aunt Sally have been saying anything? "If anybody, Miss Mayfield--" he began. "Nobody but you. Look here!" She extended her little hand with a smile. In the centre of her palm lay four shining double B SHOT. "There! I found those in my slipper this morning!" Jeff was speechless. "Of course YOU did it! Of course it was YOU who found my slipper!" said Miss Mayfield, laughing. "But why did you put shot in it, Mr. Jeff? In some Catholic countries, when people have done wrong, the priests make them do penance by walking with peas in their shoes! What have I ever |
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