The subject of this reflection is at all events so occupied in washing greens at present that she remains unsuspicious of Mr. George's approach until, lifting up herself and her tub together when she has poured the water off into the gutter, she finds him standing near her. Her reception of him is not flattering.
"George, I never see you but I wish you was a hundred mile away!"
The trooper, without remarking on this welcome, follows into the musical-instrument shop, where the lady places her tub of greens upon the counter, and having shaken hands with him, rests her arms upon it.
"I never," she says, "George, consider Matthew Bagnet safe a minute when you're near him. You are that restless and that roving--"
"Yes! I know I am, Mrs. Bagnet. I know I am."

The subject of this reflection remains unsuspicious of Mr. George's approach until she has poured the water off into the gutter, and finds him standing near her. Her reception is not flattering.
"George, I never see you but I wish you was a hundred mile away!"
The trooper, without remarking on this welcome, follows her into the shop, where the lady places her tub upon the counter, and having shaken hands with him, rests her arms upon it.
"I never," she says, "consider Matthew Bagnet safe a minute when you're near him, George. You are that restless, roving-"
"Yes! I know I am, Mrs. Bagnet. 