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His gesture as well as his intonation was one ofdisgust. He answered with short, abrupt words which sounded ill-humoured. A sudden thought flashed throughhis mind. Pete went over and spat out, on the snow, what he hadcoughed up. It was an hour before he reached theyard. He would rather nurseanger: anger was a reaction of life.
North of theshack, where the bush projected from the west, lay the remnant of asnow-drift.
Pete raised a hand and shook a lean, grimy finger. He said to Cathleen the other day, he wants to seeHennie. The older daughterresembled her father in face and features.
Wide-eyed, her mouth open, the woman stared after him; as the doorclosed, she giggled.
Then, as if rememberingwith an effort, Oh, I dont know. Look and gesture implied that the inferences were obvious.
Ten or twelve dollars an acre at the most;likely less.
They can come when their home work is finished.
Pete made breakfast; he drank his coffee scalding-hot. In the latter city it never occurred to him to go toCathleens house.
When Pete sat down again, he had to abandon himself to a violentattack of that cough.
Well, I dont understand how John can get along with thosepeople.
Both women stepped out on the stoop when, having stabled his horse,he came to
the house. His mentalpowers were shaded in twilight.