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'Where are you going? asked he, for it was not the first time he had seen him. 'Oh, just to the miller's marriage, answered the wolf, as the bear had done before him. 'It is rather tiresome, of course weddings are always so stupid; but still one must be good-natured! 'Don't go! said the boy again. 'Your skin is so thick and warm, and winter is not far off now.
But he could not take his eyes from her face. He forgot his embarrassment in his admiration, and it was her turn to flush and feel uncomfortable. It was at this juncture, when Walt had just decided it was time for him to be saying something to relieve the strain, that Wolf, who had been away nosing through the brush, trotted wolf-like into view. Skiff Miller's abstraction disappeared.
At this time, one of them, by a thrilling coincidence, chanced to have her shrine at a boarding-school, some fifteen miles or so from the mill-pond on whose banks the Miller's Daughter had drawn into her lovely face so much of the beauty of the world.
"I know no such an thing then, Miss Die, for the miller swore himself as black as night, that he stopt them at twelve o'clock midnight that was." "O fie upon you, Thornie! would you trust to a miller's word? and these earths, too, where we lost the fox three times this season! and you on your grey mare, that can gallop there and back in ten minutes!"
"And what is her name?" asked the lady. "Maria Dolores what?" "My detective didn't discover her Pagan name," said John. "So that you are still in doubt whether she's the daughter of a miller?" Lady Blanchemain raised her eyebrows. "Oh, no: I think she's a miller's daughter safely enough," said he. "But she's an elaborately chiselled and highly polished one.
But one day a rumour went abroad that he had quarrelled with his son because of the wife of Farette the miller. No one outside knew if the thing was true, but Julie, the miller's wife, seemed rather to plume herself that she had made a stir in her little world.
From across the room Larry Miller's voice sounded. "Are you ready, gentlemen? We'll drink to him first and then he can drink to his royal little self. To the boy who's getting on in the world! To the junior member of L.J. Bartlett and Company!" Long applauded loudly: "Hear! Hear!" And even Willy Bartlett chimed in with an unemotional: "Good work!"
It had chanced at that early time that an influx of visitors to the farm had exceeded the sleeping room, and he and another little fellow had been provided with a bed in the miller's house.
P. S. Just to show to what a detail of meanness and cunning the reverend person descends, I must tell you that he brought from Washington a paper which he copied from the original memorial there; which memorial was a testimony of the merchants of Salem in favor of Colonel Miller's being Collector. This memorial Mr.
Wakem before, and are possibly wondering whether he was really as eminent a rascal, and as crafty, bitter an enemy of honest humanity in general, and of Mr. Tulliver in particular, as he is represented to be in that eidolon or portrait of him which we have seen to exist in the miller's mind.
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