A Shilling for Candles
“said Erica, to her father’s head groom, “have you anything laid by?”
Kindness paused in his checking the corn account, shot her a pale glance from a wrinkled old eye, and went on with his adding.
“Tuppence!” he said at length, in the tone one uses instead of a spit.
This referred to the account, and Erica waited. Kindness hated accounts.
“Enough to bury me decent,” he said, having reached the top of the column again.
“You don’t want to be buried yet a while. Could you lend m...e ten pounds, do you think?”
The old man paused in licking his stub of pencil, so that the lead made a purple stain on the exposed tip of his tongue.
“So that’s the way it is!” he said. “What have you been doing now?”
“I haven’t been doing anything. But there are some things I might want to do.MoreLess
Kindness paused in his checking the corn account, shot her a pale glance from a wrinkled old eye, and went on with his adding.
“Tuppence!” he said at length, in the tone one uses instead of a spit.
This referred to the account, and Erica waited. Kindness hated accounts.
“Enough to bury me decent,” he said, having reached the top of the column again.
“You don’t want to be buried yet a while. Could you lend m...e ten pounds, do you think?”
The old man paused in licking his stub of pencil, so that the lead made a purple stain on the exposed tip of his tongue.
“So that’s the way it is!” he said. “What have you been doing now?”
“I haven’t been doing anything. But there are some things I might want to do.MoreLess
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