? ? ? ? "Please don't! You can say that you have had a gift from a friend."
? ? ? ? "You have made me very happy, Jefferson. Your own conscience will reward you."
? ? ? ? Jefferson Pettigrew changed the subject, for it embarrassed him to be thanked.
? ? ? ? "That pays me for hard work and privation," he said to Rodney as they walked back to the tavern. "After all there is a great pleasure in making others happy."
? ? ? ? "Squire Sheldon hadn't found that out."
? ? ? ? "And he never will."
? ? ? ? On the way they met the gentleman of whom they had been speaking. He bowed stiffly, for he could not feel cordial to those whom had snatched from him the house for which he had been scheming so long.
? ? ? ? "Squire Sheldon," said Jefferson, "you were kind enough to invite Rodney and myself to supper some evening. I am sorry to say that we must decline, as we leave Burton tomorrow."
? ? ? ? "Use your own pleasure, Mr. Pettigrew," said the squire coldly.
? ? ? ? "It doesn't seem to disappoint the squire very much," remarked Jefferson, laughing, when the great man of the village had passed on.
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