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To Josiah Appleyard, indeed not to mention his two apprentices stretching eyes and ears from the back-shop, to catch any chance word of Mr. Chifney's conversation it appeared as though the gods very really condescended to visit the habitations of men. While Mrs.
Chifney, sitting beside him on the big, white-painted cornbin opposite Diplomacy's loose-box, began to tell him of the old times when he a little fellow of eight to ten years of age had been among the boys in his cousin, Sam Chifney's famous stable at Newmarket.
It made the horses skittish and unsteady, and Dickie found it was just all he could do to hold them, so that Chifney's reiterated admonition, "Keep 'em well in hand, Sir Richard," had been not wholly easy to obey. From out the open shop-door came mingled odour of new leather and of horse clothing. Within Mr.
And I have money to put it through. And I have that boy. He's a dear little chap, and it is wonderfully good of Uncle Roger and Mary to give him to me. But he's getting a trifle too fond of horses. I can't break poor, old Chifney's heart; but when his days are numbered, those of the stables as far as training racers goes are numbered likewise, I think. I'll keep on the stud farm.
The horse neighed again a sound strident and virile, the challenge of a creature of perfect muscle, hot desire, and proud, quick-coursing blood. Afterwards, an instant's pause, and Chifney's voice again, "So-ho my beauty take it easy steady there, steady, good lad," and the slap of his open hand on the horse's shoulder straightening it carefully into place.
He raised his hat and would have followed on down the slope, but Dickie called to him. As he rode up an unwonted expression came over Mr. Chifney's shrewd, hard-favoured face. He took off his hat and sat there, bare-headed in the sunshine, looking down at the boy, his hand on his hip. "Good-day, Sir Richard," he said. "Anything I can do for you?"
You see Chifney's as good as any vet, and I had to have somebody. The dog was rather queer. I did not quite know how to manage him alone." Lady Calmady put out her hand. Honoria took it silently, and fell to stroking it once more. It was a declaration of peace, she felt, on the part of the obstinate well-beloved possibly a declaration of something over and above peace.
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