He swallowed back his anger – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd
No, he thought. This time I am not going to do something I’ll regret. He swallowed back his anger and said he could maybe swing eight, but the house really wasn’t worth any more than that.
“It is to me,” Frederick said, “because if you don’t buy it, I plan to move in here myself. I can sell my place in Philadelphia for ten thousand easy.”
Ruth saw the look on Cyrus’s face. If he’d been stabbed with a hot poker he couldn’t have looked more pained. She put her hand to his shoulder.
“Let it go,” she said. “It’s okay.”