Janice Meredith by Paul Leicester Ford
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page 176 of 806 (21%)
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The man coloured and bit his lip in a manifest attempt to
keep his temper, but he did not move, saying instead, "Mr. Meredith, wilt please tell me what you paid for my bond?" "Why ask ye that?" "If I could pay you the amount--and something over-- wouldst be willing to release me from the covenant?" "And why should I?" demanded the squire. The servant hesitated, and then said in a low voice: "As a gentleman, you must have seen I'm no groom--and think how it must gall me to serve as one." "Thou shouldst have thought of that before thou indentured, rather--" "I know," burst out the man, "but I was crazed--was wild with--with a grief that had come to me, and knew not what I was doing." "Fudge! No romantics. Every redemptioner would have it he is a gentleman, when he's only caught the trick by waiting on them." "But if I buy my time you--" "How 'd come ye by the money?" |
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