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<p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Shes never come, he whispered, two hours later, still sitting in the same place, shes never come. To think of it; why, she could see that I left her out of temper; why, she might know that I was hurt. Theres love for you! And she did not even ask if I were well. Never even said, Is Ivan Afanasiitch quite well She hasnt seen me for two whole days--and not a sign.... Shes even again, maybe, thought fit to meet that Bub--Lucky fellow. Ouf, devil take it, what a fool I am! Pyetushkov got up, paced up and down the room in silence, stood still, knitted his brows slightly and scratched his neck. However, he said aloud, Ill go to see her. I must see what shes about there. I must make her feel ashamed. Most certainly ... Ill go. Onisim! my clothes. Well, he mused as he dressed, we shall see what comes of it. She may, I dare say, be angry with me. And after all, a man keeps coming and coming, and all of a sudden, for no rhyme or reason, goes and gives up coming. Well, we shall see.
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The next time you set yourself up for one of us, it would be a good idea to tie the feathers in, else they may drop out, as this one has, the peacock said, and I expected to see Mr.Crow almost faint away with shame. But bless you, he never thought of doing anything of that kind. He took the feather as bold as a lion, looked at the end of it, and then he said, careless-like Well, I declare! I guess I must be moulting, and with that, off he flew. We didnt see him again for as much as two weeks, and then he agreed not to write any poetry about us if we wouldnt tell the story of the feathers; but young Mr. Thomas Cat couldnt hold in, and reported it far and near, till Mr. Crow paid him back in good shape. For he was such a knowing puss-- Oh yes, he was! A really clever, sharp young puss-- Oh yes, he was! He wouldnt do as others do, He said, I know a thing or two, _I_ do!
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<p><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">McGivney had told Peter that the district attorney was not in the secret, he really believed that Peters story was all true; but Peter suspected that this was camouflage, to save Mr.Burchards face, and to protect him in case Peter ever tried to throw him down. Peter noticed that whenever he left any gap in his story, the district attorney and the deputy told him to fill it, and he managed to guess what to fill it with. Henry Clay Burchard came from the far South, and followed a style of oratory long since gone out of date. He wore his heavy black hair a little long, and when he mounted the platform he would pull out the tremulo stop, stretching out his hands and saying in tones of quivering emotion The ladies, God bless them! Also he would say I am a friend of the common man. My heart beats with sympathy for those who constitute the real backbone of America, the toilers of the shop and farm.
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