I was not good, not even scrupulous, but I had no idea of deceiving either myself or Tessie. |
Tessie sat blowing rings of smoke up to the ceiling and tinkling the ice in her tumbler. |
As how Tessie air a-goin' to see her Daddy, with the big man on the hill. |
Had it been anybody but Tessie I should not have bothered my head about scruples. |
Tessie leaned back on the open window-sill and began very seriously. |
I am sure I wished to do so, and yet Tessie pleaded with me in vain. |