Devil's Ford by Bret Harte
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tickets for to-night's boat, and bring them here? Jessie and I will
arrange everything else." "Cert'nly," said Dick impulsively, and preparing to take a graceful leave. "We'll be impatient until you return with the tickets," said Christie graciously. Dick shook hands gravely, got as far as the door, and paused. "You think it better to take the tickets now?" he said dubiously. "By all means," said Christie impetuously. "I've set my heart on going to-night--and unless you secure berths early--" "In course--in course," interrupted Dick nervously. "But--" "But what?" said Christie impatiently. Dick hesitated, shut the door carefully, and, looking round the room, lightly shook out his handkerchief, apparently flicked away an embarrassing suggestion, and said, with a little laugh: "It's ridiklous, perfectly ridiklous, Miss Christie; but not bein' in the habit of carryin' ready money, and havin' omitted to cash a draft on Wells, Fargo & Co.--" "Of course," said Christie rapidly. "How forgetful I am! Pray forgive me, Mr. Hall. I didn't think. I'll run up and get it from our host; he |
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