The debtor; a novel . almost a sublimity of accusation, her tiny, ner-vous, veinous hands. The fingers were long and theknuckles were slightly enlarged with strenuous pullingsof needles and handling of scissors; the forefinger wascalloused. Look at my hands, said she. See howthin they be. Ive worked them most to the bone foryour folks. I took a lot of pride in havin your daughterlook nice when she was married. If I was a man angoin to steal, Id steal from somebody besides a wom-an with no more strength than I have, all alone in theworld, and thats been knocked hard ever since she canremember.
The debtor; a novel . almost a sublimity of accusation, her tiny, ner-vous, veinous hands. The fingers were long and theknuckles were slightly enlarged with strenuous pullingsof needles and handling of scissors; the forefinger wascalloused. Look at my hands, said she. See howthin they be. Ive worked them most to the bone foryour folks. I took a lot of pride in havin your daughterlook nice when she was married. If I was a man angoin to steal, Id steal from somebody besides a wom-an with no more strength than I have, all alone in theworld, and thats been knocked hard ever since she canremember. Then she brought a stiffly starched littlehandkerchief from the folds of a small purse, and shewept with a low, querulous wail like a baby. Standingbefore Carroll, Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh—dear! shewailed. Carroll laid a hand on her shaking shoulder. It feltto him like a vibrating bone, so irieagre it was. Hebent over her and said something that the others did nothear, but her wild rejoinder gave them the key. She 368. look at my hands, said she. see how thin they be THE DEBTOR was fairly desperate; all her obsequiousness had disap-peared. She was burning with her wrongs; she eventook a certain pleasure in letting herself loose. Sheshook her shoulder free from his touch. She turnedon him, her tearful, convulsed face uncovered, herfrizzes tossing, as bold and vmrestrained in her wrathas was Minna Eddy, who came forward to her side asshe spoke. You neednt come wheedlin around me, she dont believe a word of it, not a word. Ill believeit when I see the color of your cash. Youre dreadfulsoft-spoken, an so is your wife an your sister an yourdaughters. Dreadful soft-spoken! Plenty of soft soaprunnin all over every time you open your mouth. Idont want soft soap. Soft soap wont buy me breadan butter, nor pay my debts. Folks wont take anysoft soap from me instead of money. They want dol-lars an cents, an thats what I want every time, dol-lars an cents, an not soft soap. Yes, its
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