Kilo : being the love story of Eliph' Hewlitt, book agentButler, Ellis Parker
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Kilo : being the love story of Eliph' Hewlitt, book agent
Butler, Ellis Parker
Book industries and trade -- Fiction; Love stories
Suddenly one of the paper lanterns that hung from the wire above them
burst into flame, and Eliph' saw on Miss Sally's face the look of fear
with which she was regarding him, fear and fascination mingled. The
smile faded from his lips, and his gentle blue eyes became troubled.
He dropped the hand that had been lightly resting on her arm, and his
dapper air of self-confidence wilted in abashment.
“Was I--was I talking book?” he asked weakly. “I was! Pardon me, Miss
Briggs, pardon me, I didn't know it. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.”
For a moment Miss Sally studied his face, and she saw only a genuine
contrition there, and a regret so deep that she was sorry for him. There
could be no doubt of his sincerity.
“Well!” she exclaimed, with a breath of relief; “I do believe you didn't
know you was! I believe that book's got so ground into you that you
can't help but talk it, like Benny Tenneker, who got so used to climbin'
trees an' fallin' out of 'em that he used to climb the bedposts an' fall
of of 'em in his sleep without wakin' up. Mrs. Doc Weaver's his aunt,
an' when he visited her he nearly got killed fallin' out of bed when he
was tryin' to climb a bed post when there wasn't not on the bed. He'd
got so he could fall out of any high place an' light safe, but he wasn't
used to fallin' off of low ones. He was such a nice boy. All Martha
Willing's children were nice. Mebby you've met her. She lives out
Clarence way.”
“Willin?” said Eliph'. “Yes, I sold her a--I mean to say, I met her.”
“Well, her husband's dead, and her and her boys is runnin' the farm,”
said Miss Sally, “an' doin' right well, so I guess she ain't afraid of
book agents. She can afford to buy. I don't know as I'm afraid of 'em
either, or hate 'em as such, but I can't afford. Pa don't approve of
books much, an' he can't see why he should pay out money for what he
don't approve of. Books an' taxes he don't care much for. That's why I
was so scared of you.”
“I didn't want to sell you a--to sell you anything,” said Eliph' meekly.
“All I wanted was to get acquainted, to get well acquainted.”
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