They be so very undiscernin'." And this sentence probably summed up the opinion of the majority.
In the midst of the excitement Young Zeb strode up to the stranger, who stood a little behind the throng.
"Give me back my shoes," he said.
The other kicked them off and looked at him oddly.
"With pleasure.

You'll find them a bit worn, I'm afraid." "I'll chance that.

Man, I'm not all sorry, either." "Hey, why ?" "'Cause they'll not be worn agen, arter this night.

Gentleman or devil, whichever you may be, I bain't fit to dance i' the same parish with 'ee--no, nor to tread the shoeleather you've worn." "By the powers!" cried the stranger suddenly, "two minutes ago I'd have agreed with you.

But, looking in your eyes, I'm not so sure of it." "Of what ?" "That you won't wear the shoes again." Then Zeb went after Ruby.
"I want to speak a word with 'ee," he said quietly, stepping up to her.
"Where ?" "I' the hall." "But I can't come, just now." "But you must." She followed him out.
"Zeb, what's the matter with you ?" "Look here"-- and he faced round sharply--"I loved you passing well." "Well ?" she asked, like a faint echo.
"I saw your eyes, just now.