Lessons in Life, for All Who Will Read Them by T. S. (Timothy Shay) Arthur
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when his agent informed him of what he had been doing.
"First-rate," replied the broker. "The farm is worth every cent of three thousand dollars. Poor Gray! I can't help feeling sorry for him. But it's his luck. He valued his farm at three thousand five hundred dollars. A week ago he counted himself worth two thousand dollars, clean. Now he isn't worth a copper. Fifteen hundred dollars and three or four years' labour thrown away into the bargain. But it's his luck! So the world goes. He must try again. It will all go in his lifetime." "Gray? Is that the man's name?" inquired Mr. Bolton. His voice was changed. "Yes. I thought I had mentioned his name." "I didn't remark it, if you did. It's the farm adjoining Harvey's, on the north?" "Yes." "I have had it in my mind, all along, that it was the one on the south." "No." "When did you see Mr. Gray?" "He was here about half an hour ago." |
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