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"Miss Randolph won't you speak? for aunt Catherine is in no mood to let me. Have you two known each other long?" "It seems long," I said. "It is not very long." "Since before last summer?" "Certainly!" "If that's the date of your acquaintanceship," said Miss Cardigan, "we're auld friends to that. Is all well, Daisy?" "All quite well, ma'am.
I told him 'twas no good for him or the boy to read such stuff, and I'd ha' none of it; but, if he chose to read me some good book, he'd be welcome for the candles baint so good as they used, and I can't get no spectacles to suit me. 'And did he read to you? 'A bit or two, ma'am, if the humour took him. But he's young, you see, ma'am. I'm right glad he'll find you here.
I'll give you a lead over the ditch, but don't ride quite so close, ma'am." Then the farmer went away feeling perhaps that his best chance of keeping clear from his too loving friend was to make the pace so fast that she should not be able quite to catch him. But Lady Mountfencer's nag was fast too, was fast and had a will of his own.
"And what would you have done if he had?" continued Kitty eagerly. "Would you have shot him with that big pistol?" She pointed to the heavy Colt's which Creede had slung on his hip. But this was getting too romantic and Western, even for Jeff. "No, ma'am," he said modestly. "We just carry that to balance us in the saddle." "Oh!" exclaimed Kitty, disappointed, "and didn't you ever shoot anybody?"
'Well, it's gone, and money doesn't go by itself. Take her to the police-station, officer. Constable Plimmer raised heavy eyes. 'You make a charge, ma'am? 'Bless the man! Of course I make a charge. What did you think I asked you to step in for? 'Will you come along, miss? said Constable Plimmer. Out in the street the sun shone gaily down on peaceful Battersea.
Bumble imperiously. 'This must be stated to the board, Mrs. Mann. 'I hope the gentleman will understand that it isn't my fault, sir? said Mrs. Mann, whimpering pathetically. 'They shall understand that, ma'am; they shall be acquainted with the true state of the case, said Mr. Bumble. 'There; take him away, I can't bear the sight on him.
"The fact is, there's been a mistake: a painful mistake. At least," said Cai, growing more and more nervous under Mrs Bosenna's gaze of calm inquiry, "it would be painful, if it weren't so absurd." He forced a laugh. "Don't make noises like that," commanded 'Bias. "Get it over." "It's about those letters, ma'am." "Letters?"
And presently they did come to his gate, where the silver-edged willows came close on the one side and the wide hay meadows reached out on the other toward the curving pathway of the river. He pulled up. "Could you hold these horses, ma'am, fer a minute? I got to open the gate." He handed her the reins, it never occurring to him that there was any one in the world who had never driven horses.
I can understand not giving him work, if he looks too much in want of it; but why should they count it bad of him to lie down and sleep?" The lady wisely let him talk; not until he stopped did she answer him. "It's because of the frost, my boy!" she said. "It would be the death of you to sleep out of doors to-night!" "It's a nice place for it, ma'am!" "To sleep in? Certainly not!"
"Thank you, ma'am, not yet," he said; and rising quietly he placed his hand on the window-sill, swung himself through the open casement, and passed slowly along the margin of the rivulet, by a path checkered alternately with shade and starlight; the moon yet more slowly rising above the willows, and lengthening its track along the wavelets.
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