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He wore his Italian shooting-dress; an eagle's feather ornamented his hat, and a gun and a knapsack were slung across his shoulder. His face and his hands were white. "So you have done with the tunnel," said the cashier, or the "moneyman," as they called him. "Well, nobody can blame you for it, for what remains to be done is mason's work. To your account, then!"
As he reached the back yard, by which he intended to enter, anxious to get himself washed before any of them should see him he was met by Mogue, who after a glance or two recognized him at once by his shooting-dress. "Why thin, good fortune to me, Misther Frank, is this you?" "It is, Mogue; but I have no time to speak to you now. Only get me soap and a towel till I wash my face at the pump here.
Besides, who wears a shooting-dress in the middle of June, or a shooting-dress at all, unless he be either a game-keeper or a gentleman licensed to shoot?
A shooting-dress of dark cloth intimated the rank of the wearer, though concealed in part by a large and loose cloak of a dark brown colour. A montero cap and a black feather drooped over the wearer's brow, and partly concealed his features, which, so far as seen, were dark, regular, adn full of majestic, though somewhat sullen, expression.
The candles were already lighted, when Edmond stood before a large house, undecided if he should enter or not; "she has company again, the same as ever," said he to himself; "and how shall I in my dusty shooting-dress present myself among well-dressed ladies? However, she is kind and indulgent, I am at a distance from home, the strangers too are already accustomed to this in me."
"What business have you here?" was the question sounded in his ear; and, starting, he found himself in the grasp, as his blood tingled to know, of a gentleman in a shooting-dress, who looked at him with a wrathful brow. "Are you a poacher, or what?" Be the case what it might, Middleton's blood boiled at the grasp of that hand, as it never before had done in the coarse of his impulsive life.
Boycott, who appeared in a dark shooting-dress and cap, and carried a double-barrelled gun in his hand. A little further on stood Mrs. Boycott and her nephew and niece, the house itself seeming almost deserted. The workmen, like the troopers, formed in line, and appeared to be equally well armed. Presently the arduous task of stowing the uninvited Northern contingent was undertaken.
She threw up her right hand, filled with poor Mignon's life-drops; they spirted, one or two of them, on his shooting-dress, an ominous sight to the follower. But the master only laughed a little, forced, scornful laugh, and went on to the Hall. Before he got there, however, he took out a gold piece, and bade the boy carry it to the old woman on his return to the village.
He had selected for his travelling costume a shooting-dress, as the simplest and least likely to belong to his rank as a gentleman. But still in its very cut there was an air of distinction, and every labourer he had met on the way had touched his hat to him.
He had selected for his travelling costume a shooting-dress, as the simplest and least likely to belong to his rank as a gentleman. But still in its very cut there was an air of distinction, and every labourer he had met on the way had touched his hat to him.
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