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"
Then
I
cal
'
late
I
wo
n't
try
,
"
retorted
the
man
,
grimly
,
"
specially
as
I
hai
n't
got
more
'n
TEN
ter
live
,
anyhow
,
probably
.
You
'd
better
tell
me
first
off
,
Nancy
.
"
"
Well
,
listen
,
then
.
Who
do
you
s
'
pose
is
in
the
parlor
now
with
the
mistress
?
Who
,
I
say
?
"
Old
Tom
shook
his
head
.
"
There
's
no
tellin
'
,
"
he
declared
.
"
Yes
,
there
is
.
I
'm
tellin
'
.
It
's
--
John
Pendleton
!
"
"
Sho
,
now
!
You
're
jokin
'
,
girl
.
"
"
Not
much
I
am
--
an
'
me
a-lettin
'
him
in
myself
--
crutches
an
'
all
!
An
'
the
team
he
come
in
a-waitin
'
this
minute
at
the
door
for
him
,
jest
as
if
he
wa
'n'
t
the
cranky
old
crosspatch
he
is
,
what
never
talks
ter
no
one
!
jest
think
,
Mr.
Tom
--
HIM
a-callin
'
on
HER
!
"
"
Well
,
why
not
?
"
demanded
the
old
man
,
a
little
aggressively
.
Nancy
gave
him
a
scornful
glance
.
"
As
if
you
did
n't
know
better
'n
me
!
"
she
derided
.
