Where There's a Will by Mary Roberts Rinehart
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He had been going to run away--I saw it then--but he put a hand over mine. Then he looked at the door where Miss Patty had gone out and gave himself a shake. "I'll stay," he said. "We'll fight it out on this line if it takes all summer, Minnie." He stood looking into the fire, and although I'm not fond of men, knowing, as I have explained, a great deal about their stomachs and livers and very little about their hearts, there was something about Mr. Pierce that made me want to go up and pat him on the head like a little boy. "After all," he said, "what's blue blood to good red blood?" Which was almost what the bishop had said! CHAPTER VIII AND MR. MOODY INDIGESTION Mr. Moody took indigestion that night--not but that he always had it, but this was worse--and Mrs. Moody came to my room about two o'clock and knocked at the door. "You'd better come," she said. "There's no doctor, and he's awful bad. Blames you, too; he says you made him take a salt rub." |
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