Cressy by Bret Harte
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"To your seein' me and Joe Masters on the trail?" "She said nothing." "Humph," said Cressy meditatively. "What was it you told her about it?" "Nothing." "Then you DIDN'T see us?" "I saw you with some one--I don't know whom." "And you didn't tell Maw?" "I did not. It was none of my business." He instantly saw the utter inconsistency of this speech in connection with the reason he believed he had in coming. But it was too late to recall it, and she was looking at him with a bright but singular expression. "That Joe Masters is the conceitedest fellow goin'. I told him you could see his foolishness." "Ah, indeed." Mr. Ford pushed open the gate. As the girl still lingered he was obliged to hold it a moment before passing through. |
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