ISBN: 2940000759257

[.]No! They had my good word, too. The people of the bank sent over to me." They had his good word! but not his good tone! he had said. "Well, their father was a safe man;" but the accent… Mehr…

[.]No! They had my good word, too. The people of the bank sent over to me." They had his good word! but not his good tone! he had said. "Well, their father was a safe man;" but the accent with which he eulogized the parent had somehow locked the bank cash-box to the children. "I never liked it, especially of late," mused Merton. "But you see the young folk being cousins-" "That is it, cousins," put in Meadows; "it is not as if she loved him with all her heart and soul; she is an [.]No! They had my good word, too. The people of the bank sent over to me." They had his good word! but not his good tone! he had said. "Well, their father was a safe man;" but the accent with which he eulogized the parent had somehow locked the bank cash-box to the children. "I never liked it, especially of late," mused Merton. "But you see the young folk being cousins-" "That is it, cousins," put in Meadows; "it is not as if she loved him with all her heart and soul; she is an obedient daughter, isn't she?" "Never gainsaid me in her life; she has a high spirit, but never with me; my word is law. You see, she is a very religious girl, is Susan." "Well, then, a word from you would save her-but there-all that is your affair, not mine," added he. "Of course it is," was the reply. "You are a true friend. I'll step round to the barn and see what is doing." And away went Susan's father uneasy in his mind. Meadows went to the "Black Horse," the village public house, to see what farmers wanted to borrow a little money under the rose, and would pawn their wheat ricks, and pay twenty per cent for that overrated merchandise. At the door of the public-house he was met by the village constable, and a stranger of gentlemanly address and clerical appearance. The constable wore a mysterious look and invited Meadows into the parlor of the public-house. "I have news for you, sir," said he, "leastways I think so; your pocket was picked[.]". EBooks, Books~~Fiction~~General, It-Is-Never-Too-Late-to-Mend~~Charles-Reade, 1109070, It Is Never Too Late to Mend, Charles Reade, 0000759252, B & R Samizdat Express, , , , , B & R Samizdat Express<

ISBN: 2940000759257

[.]No! They had my good word, too. The people of the bank sent over to me." They had his good word! but not his good tone! he had said. "Well, their father was a safe man;" but the accent… Mehr…

[.]No! They had my good word, too. The people of the bank sent over to me." They had his good word! but not his good tone! he had said. "Well, their father was a safe man;" but the accent with which he eulogized the parent had somehow locked the bank cash-box to the children. "I never liked it, especially of late," mused Merton. "But you see the young folk being cousins-" "That is it, cousins," put in Meadows; "it is not as if she loved him with all her heart and soul; she is an [.]No! They had my good word, too. The people of the bank sent over to me." They had his good word! but not his good tone! he had said. "Well, their father was a safe man;" but the accent with which he eulogized the parent had somehow locked the bank cash-box to the children. "I never liked it, especially of late," mused Merton. "But you see the young folk being cousins-" "That is it, cousins," put in Meadows; "it is not as if she loved him with all her heart and soul; she is an obedient daughter, isn't she?" "Never gainsaid me in her life; she has a high spirit, but never with me; my word is law. You see, she is a very religious girl, is Susan." "Well, then, a word from you would save her-but there-all that is your affair, not mine," added he. "Of course it is," was the reply. "You are a true friend. I'll step round to the barn and see what is doing." And away went Susan's father uneasy in his mind. Meadows went to the "Black Horse," the village public house, to see what farmers wanted to borrow a little money under the rose, and would pawn their wheat ricks, and pay twenty per cent for that overrated merchandise. At the door of the public-house he was met by the village constable, and a stranger of gentlemanly address and clerical appearance. The constable wore a mysterious look and invited Meadows into the parlor of the public-house. "I have news for you, sir," said he, "leastways I think so; your pocket was picked[.]". EBooks, Books~~Fiction~~General, It-Is-Never-Too-Late-to-Mend~~Charles-Reade, 1423713, It Is Never Too Late to Mend, Charles Reade, 0000759252, B & R Samizdat Express, , , , , B & R Samizdat Express<