As for the storekeeper, he was evidently a familiar acquaintance.
Joan had no reason to inquire his opinion of the storekeeper.
"Well, I want to sell things, but I am too ill to get up and wait on you," said the storekeeper.
The storekeeper looked at him gratefully and then lowered his eyes again.
The storekeeper was a tall, portly man, with a gray mustache and side-whiskers, and a high bald forehead.
I gathered from what Ingua and the storekeeper said that she has simply disappeared.
A large thumb to take a large pinch of the gold-dust meant a good many extra dollars to the storekeeper in '48 and '49.
Ingua came close to the storekeeper, her face dark with passion.
He handed it in silence to the storekeeper, and in silence went to the window again.
We'll have to hurry up, or the storekeeper may close up on us.