Well, if you can fool him, make him think he's a winner, flatter him till he swells up like a toad, promise to elope with him, be curious, jealous, make him tell where he goes, whom he meets, show his letters, all without ever sufferin' his hand on you, I'll give my consent.

I'd think more of you for it.

Now the question is, can you do it ?" "Yes," whispered Lenore.
"Good!" exploded Anderson, in a great relief.

Then he began to mop his wet face.

He arose, showing the weight of heavy guns in his pockets, and he gazed across the wheat-fields.