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The "Vows of the Heron," a poem of the earlier part of King Edward III's reign, contains a choice collection of strenuous knightly oaths; and in a humbler way the rest of the population very naturally imitated the parlance of their rulers, and in the words of the "Parson's Tale," "dismembered Christ by soul, heart, bones, and body."
The speaker looked round upon the bystanders, now drawing closer to hear him, with his lips gathered tighter than ever in the rigorousness of his descriptive moderation. "'Tis a serious job to have things happen to 'ee there," said a woman behind. "'Ye are to declare it, was the parson's words," Fairway continued. "And then up stood a woman at my side a-touching of me.
"And no wonder, sir; he's studied bugs from babyhood. I've known him all his life all his life, sir, and I always said he'd make his mark in the world." "Oh, but " began the stranger. "'Member when he took the parson's hat to catch butterflies in?" chuckled Jared, speaking to the Squire, but throwing furtive glances toward the stranger to make sure of his attention. "Gorry but he was a cute one!
'He d' look a deal thinner in face, surely, than when I seed en at the parson's, and never knowed en, if ye'll believe me, said Martin. 'Ay, there, said another, without removing his eyes from Stephen's face, 'I should ha' knowed en anywhere. 'Tis his father's nose to a T. 'It has been often remarked, said Stephen modestly.
But there was something underlying that leanness of the landscape, something superior and academic, which defied all sympathy. It was pure nervousness which made him say: "Ah! why do they have such families?" A faint red mounted to the parson's cheeks; its appearance there was startling, and Crocker chuckled, as a sleepy man will chuckle who feels bound to show that he is not asleep.
"Nobody's touched the soup!" reported Nina Edmonds, who was the first to return with her tray, when the buzzer under Miss Parson's chair sounded the signal in the kitchen that it was time to remove the first course. "Nobody touched it!" echoed Rosemary in alarm. "Let me see!" She hurried around the table to inspect Nina's tray. Sure enough, six little cups, still filled with soup, were there.
"The vestry was converted into quite a court-room to-day," said the Bishop, reading the questioning look in the parson's face. "There were certainly several lively scenes, especially when Mrs. Stickles made her appearance." "You have reached a conclusion then, I suppose?" and Mr. Westmore leaned eagerly forward. "No, not yet. I cannot give my decision now.
He put his small hand into the Father's as he walked away from his first presentation to his mistress, and asked many questions in his artless childish way. "Who is that other woman?" he asked. "She is fat and round; she is more pretty than my Lady Castlewood." "She is Madame Tusher, the parson's wife of Castlewood. She has a son of your age, but bigger than you."
"I'm only an ignorant man, but I've heerd say that you were a parson's son, sir, and know what's right to do at such a time. Mr Vandean, sir, you must."
For any Flamburian boy was considered a "Brain Scholar," and a "Head-Languager," when he could write down the parson's text, and chalk up a fish on the weigh-board so that his father or mother could tell in three guesses what manner of fish it was. And very few indeed had ever passed this trial. For young Robin it was a very hard thing to be treated so by the other boys.
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