Janice Meredith by Paul Leicester Ford
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Hennion wants to jail you, I think you'll own I have n't much
reason to take your part. You've always been as stuck up and abusive to me as you well could be. So 't is only natural I should n't stand up for you." The lord of Greenwood swallowed before he said, "Perhaps I've not been neighbourly, but what sort of revenge is it to force me from my home, and distress my wife and daughter?" "That's it," assented the Committeeman. "And so I came over to see what could be done. We have n't been the best of friends down to now, but that is n't saying that we could n't have been, if you 'd been as far-seeing as me, and known who to side in with. It seemed to me that if I stood by you in this scrape we might fix it up to act together. I take it that my brains and your money could run Middlesex County about as we pleased, if we quit fighting, and work together. Squire Hennion would have to take a back seat in politics, I guess." The squire could not wholly keep the pleasure the thought gave him from his face. "'T would be a god-send to the county," he cried. "Ye know that as well as I." "As to that, I'll say nothing," answered Joe. "But of course, if I'm going to throw my influence with you, I expect something in return." "And what 's that?" asked Mr. Meredith, still dwelling on |
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