The Last of the Foresters - Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier by John Esten Cooke
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sir,--and that circumstances of another description render this
privacy desirable, sir! And yet, sir, you intrude upon me, sir,--you intrude! How do you do, young man?--I recognize you," added Mr. Jinks, slightly calmed by his victory over O'Brallaghan, who only muttered his sentiments in original Gaelic, and bore the storm without further reply. "I will, for once, break my rule," said Mr. Jinks, magnanimously, "and do for this gentleman, who is my friend, what I will do for no other. Henceforth, sir, recollect that I have rights;" and Mr. Jinks frowned; then he added to Verty, "Young man, have the goodness to stand upon that bench." O'Brallaghan and Roundjacket retreated to the outer room, where they were, soon after, joined by Verty, who was laughing. "Well," muttered the young man, "I will not tell anybody that Mr. Jinks sews, if he don't want it to be known--especially Miss Sallianna. I reckon he is right--women don't like to see men do anything better than them, as Mr. Jinks says." And Verty began to admire a plum-colored coat which was lying on the counter. "I like this," he said. O'Brallaghan grew eloquent on the plum-colored coat--asserting that it was a portion of a suit made for one of his most elegant customers, but not sent for. He could, however, dispose of it to Mr. Verty, if he wished to have it--there was time to make another for the aforesaid |
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