Capitolo 75
ray, and it proposed him/it to Mrs. Payson.
"Is it in airnest?" equivocally asked the old lady.
"Rather this way."
"You the ai not the robbin' you, are?" asked to Mrs. Payson with a,
you look at subdued anxiety that turns on on his/her wrinkled face.
"Oh, no; I can spare well perfectly it."
"Then I will pick him/it up", she responded, in evident gratification,
"a' I am sure I am a lot of obleeged to you. I am free for confessing that
You are a sech of the gentleman as me I don't meet with often. I am not able
pick him/it up for any motive, only the loss is considerable for me, and
Cynthy Ann, she would have been in such case disapp'inted it is as I didn't have
brought the bunnit. I would appreciate to know both who that so a lot I am
forced to."
Henry Morton deduced a card from his/her card-case and gave him/it with a
you arch to Mrs. Payson.
"What that is it?" asked to the old lady.
"My card."
"Does he/she see her, where my glasses it is?" it told her/it Mrs. Payson, while fumbling in her
pocket. "Oh, I have 'the em on. Then the Herod of Your name. What did 'the em
Do you call her that?"
"Henry, lady--Henry Morton."
"Well, so 'the tis, I declare. You the ai not related to Nahum Morton, of
Gilead both You; him that had put in the jail of the State for
breakin' the Bank of Gilead opens?"
A had a good time smile covers the face of the young one.
"I never had any expeditious relatives to the jail" of the State, him
answered; "although I think him/it rather possible that some of them are able
you/he/she has deserved him."
"You tease so", the old lady consented. "I am a lot there
inequity that it never comes to light. I know once a woman that
killed his/her husband with the soft one and anybody he/she ever conjectured him/it;
although each thought him/it strange that he should disappear this way
suddint. Well, this woman on his/her death-bed possessed above to the soft one
in a crazy adaptation that she had. But the more cur'uses divide the of it,
the old lady rather illogically added, "you/he/she was, that the man was livin'