The Little Lady of The Big House by Jack London Chapter 28 Page 11

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Oh Dear’s lips trembled, and she wrung her trembling hands, nerving herself, as he could see, to speech.

“Mister Forrest,” she began haltingly, “maybe you think me fool, but I like say something. You very kind man. You very kind my old mother. You very kind me long long time� “

She hesitated, moistening her frightened lips with her tongue, then braved her eyes to his and proceeded.

“Mrs. Forrest, she, I think� “

But so forbidding did Dick’s face become that she broke off in confusion and blushed, as Dick surmised, with shame at the thoughts she had been about to utter.

“Very nice picture Mrs. Forrest make,”