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His fine young throat was garroted within a starched standing collar, his feet were pinched in creaking boots, his hands close gauntleted in buckskin gloves, and he altogether incomparable, uncomfortable, and triumphant. HIS FINE YOUNG THROAT WAS CAROTTED WITHIN A STARCH STANDING COLLAR HIS FEET WERE PINCHED IN CREAKING BOOTS HIS HANDS CLOSE GAUNTLETED IN BUCKSKIN GLOVE AND HE ALTOGETHER INCOMPARABLE UNCOMFORTABLE AND TRIUMPHANT
At last it was evident that Seffy fully understood, and his father broke into that discordant whistle once more. "A gal that ken jump a six-rail fence--and wissout no running start--don't let her git apast you!" "Well, I'm going to set up with her to-night," said Seffy again, with a huge ahem. And the tune his father whistled as he opened the door for him sounded something like "I want to be an angel." "But not to buy no pasture-land!" warned Seffy. "Oach, no, of course not!" agreed his wily old father. "That's just one of my durn jokes. But I expect I'll take the fence down to-morrow! Say, Sef, you chust marry the gal. I'll take keer the fence!" III It took Seffy a long time to array himself as he had threatened. And when it was all done you wouldn't have known him--you wouldn't have cared to know him. For his fine yellow hair was changed to an ugly brown by the patent hair-oil with which he had dressed it--and you would not have liked its fragrance, I trust. Bergamot, I think it was. D WE'LL GET EVEN WITH SALLY'S DAD FOR LICKIN ME YIT AN SOMETHIN ON THE SIDE HUH AT LAST IT WAS EVIDENT THAT SEFFIE FULLY UNDERSTOOD AND HIS FATHER BROKE INTO THAT DISCORDANT WHISTLE ONCE MORE A GAL THAT CAN JUMP A SIX REEL FENCE AN WITHOUT NO RUNNIN START DON'T LET HER GET UP PAST YOU WELL I'M GOIN TO SET UP WITH HER TO NIGHT SAID SEFFIE AGAIN WITH A HUE TO HIM AND THE TUNE HIS FATHER WHISTLED AS HE OPENED THE DOOR FOR HIM SOUNDED SOMETHING LIKE I WANT TO BE AN ANGEL BUT NOT TO BUY A PASTURE LAMB MOURNED SEFFIE U NO COURSE NOT AGREED HIS WILY OLD FATHER THAT'S JUST ONE O MY DURNED JOKES I EXPECT I'LL TAKE THE FENCE DOWN TOMORROW SAY SETH YOU JUST MARRY THE GIRL I'LL TAKE KEER OF THE FENCE IT TOOK SEFFIE A LONG TIME TO RAY HIMSELF AS HE HAD THREATENED AND WHEN IT WAS ALL DONE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE CARED TO KNOW HIM FOR HIS FINE YELLOW HAIR WAS CHANGED TO AN UGLY BROWN BY THE PATENT HAIR OIL WITH WHICH HE ADDRESSED IT AND YOU WOULD NOT HAVE LIKED ITS FRAGRANCE I TRUST BERGAMOT I THINK IT WAS
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