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He greeted Cicely with so much politeness and courtesy, and smiled so at
her, that I knew in my own mind that all she would have to do would be to
tell her errent. I knew he would do every thing jest as she wanted him to.
His smile was truly bland--I don't think I ever see a blander one, or
amiabler.

I guess she was kinder encouraged, too, for she begun real sort o'
cheerful a tellin' what she come for,--that she wanted him to rent these
buildin's for some other purpose than drinkin' and billiard saloons.

And he went on in jest as cheerful a way, almost jokeuler, to tell her
"that he couldn't do any thing of the kind, and he was doing the business
to the best of his ability, and he couldn't change it at all."

And then Cicely, in a courteus, reasonable voice, begun to argue with him;
told him jest how bad she felt about it, and urged him to grant her
request.

But no, the pyramids couldn't be no more sot than he wuz, nor not half so
polite.

And then she dropped her own sufferings in the matter, and argued the
right of the thing.

She said when she was married, her husband took the whole of her property,
and invested it for her in these very buildings. And in reality, it was
her own property. The most of her husband's wealth was in the mills and