. The Saturday evening post. Mr. Bracket hesitated,gazing at him with dull, ex-ploring eyes, and perspiringwith a freedom there was nomissing. Then he said in a suddenlyhopeful voice: All look at it purely fromthe business point of will you take to stopinterfering between me andPoppy? Ill give you athousand. The proposal came underlying obsti-nacy was fully roused. Atthe moment he felt thatPoppy Briggs was the onething in the world hewanted. I wouldnt give her upfor five! he cried. Mr. Bracket moaned asonly a millionaire in the actof being touched can
. The Saturday evening post. Mr. Bracket hesitated,gazing at him with dull, ex-ploring eyes, and perspiringwith a freedom there was nomissing. Then he said in a suddenlyhopeful voice: All look at it purely fromthe business point of will you take to stopinterfering between me andPoppy? Ill give you athousand. The proposal came underlying obsti-nacy was fully roused. Atthe moment he felt thatPoppy Briggs was the onething in the world hewanted. I wouldnt give her upfor five! he cried. Mr. Bracket moaned asonly a millionaire in the actof being touched can he said in a broken voice: Fivethousand pounds is a lot of money for awoman. Not for Poppy. Poppys a jewel. Oneof these days shell be worth three million,said Antony. Not to you. Her father will never hearof your marrying Poppy, said Mr. Bracket. He certainly wont hear of it till thedeed is done. Ive bought a special li-cense, brave boy, and I always carry itabout with me, said Antony, patting his (Continued on Page 130). THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 129
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