The Home Mission by T. S. (Timothy Shay) Arthur
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quivering.
"How long since you made the discovery that I was only a country clod-hopper?" said Lee, who was particularly annoyed by Kate's unexpected charges against his good-breeding. "I didn't say you were only a country clod-hopper," replied Kate. "I believe you used the words. My ears rarely deceive me. I must own to feeling highly complimented." "Do sit up straight, Frederick! Do take your leg from over the arm of that chair! You make me so nervous that I can hardly contain myself." "Really! I thought a man was privileged to sit in any position he pleased in his own house." The excitement of Kate's mind had, by this time, reached a crisis. Bursting into tears, she hurried from the room, and went sobbing up to her chamber. Here was a fine state of affairs, indeed! Was ever a man so perverse and unreasonable? Did Frederick Lee follow, quickly, his weeping wife? No; his pride was too deeply wounded for that. "A country clod-hopper! Undignified and ungraceful! Upon my word!" Such were some of his mental ejaculations. And then, as his feelings |
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