'You’d say anything, too, if you had to stand the things I did.'
'Sit down, both of you,' commanded the squire. 'Now, Adam, what are you going to do?'
Adam hid his face in his hands. The other room had been a torture-chamber. 'I don’t know.' Then, at the squire’s next question, he lifted his head suddenly. It seemed as if the squire had read his soul.
'When is Edwin Seem going West?'
'To-night.'
'How would you like to go with him?'
'He wanted me to. He could get me a place with good wages. But I couldn’t save even the fare in half a year.'
'Suppose,'—the squire hesitated, then stopped, then went on again,—'suppose I should give you the money?'
'Give me the money!'
'Yes, lend it to you?'