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XXXV.
Mr. Hoopdriver helped the eggs and then, instead of beginning, sat with
his cheek on his hand, watching Jessie pour out the coffee. His ears
were a bright red, and his eyes bright. He took his coffee cup clumsily,
cleared his throat, suddenly leant back in his chair, and thrust his
hands deep into his pockets. "I'll do it," he said aloud.
"Do what?" said Jessie, looking up in surprise over the coffee pot. She
was just beginning her scrambled egg.
"
"
"
Own up."
Own what?"
Miss Milton--I'm a liar." He put his head on one side and regarded her
with a frown of tremendous resolution. Then in measured accents,
and moving his head slowly from side to side, he announced, "Ay'm a
deraper."
"You're a draper? I thought--"
"You thought wrong. But it's bound to come up. Pins, attitude,
habits--It's plain enough.
"I'm a draper's assistant let out for a ten-days holiday. Jest a
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