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At last, she was not to be restrained from crying out, almost tearfully, "When do you think you'll have done, Mas' Gammon?" Thus pointedly addressed, Master Gammon laid down his knife and fork. He half raised his ponderous, curtaining eyelids, and replied, "When I feels my buttons, marm." After which he deliberately fell to work again. Mrs. Sumfit dropped back in her chair as from a blow.
Sumfit murmured fondly; and Dahlia kissed her again. The farmer had by this time rounded to the thought of how he personally might be affected by Anthony's ill-luck, supposing; perchance, that Anthony was suffering from something more than a sentimental attachment to the Bank of his predilection: and such a reflection instantly diverted his tendency to moralize.
I'll wait again for what ye've got to tell," she said, and finished her cup at a gulp, smoothing her apron. The farmer then lifted his head. "Mother, if you've done, you'll oblige me by going to bed," he said. "We want the kitchen." "A-bed?" cried Mrs. Sumfit, with instantly ruffled lap. "Upstairs, mother; when you've done not before." "Then bad's the noos! Something have happened, William.
Sumfit to pledge herself in perturbation of spirit to an oath that her eyes had seen Anthony Hackbut; and more, which was, that after the close of the funeral service, the young squire had caught sight of Anthony crouching in a corner of the churchyard, and had sent a man to him, and they had disappeared together. Mrs. Sumfit was heartily laughed at and rallied both by Robert and the farmer.
Rhoda kissed his cheeks and whispered for tidings of Dahlia. "Go up to her," the farmer said. Rhoda grew very chill. She went upstairs with apprehensive feet, and recognizing Mrs. Sumfit outside the door of Dahlia's room, embraced her, and heard her say that Dahlia had turned the key, and had been crying from mornings to nights. "It can't last," Mrs.
Chief among the incidents was, that Mrs. Sumfit had really seen, and only wanted, by corroboration of Master Gammon, to be sure she had positively seen, Anthony Hackbut on the skirts of the funeral procession. Master Gammon, however, was no supporter of conjecture. What he had thought he had thought; but that was neither here nor there.
Believing, too, that he was forgiven, he knew that Dahlia's heart would throb for him to be near her, and he had come. The miraculous agencies which had brought him and Major Waring and Mrs. Boulby to the farm, that exalted woman was relating to Mrs. Sumfit in another part of the house.
Brought at last to a condition of stale consciousness, he looked at his master long, and uttered surprisingly "Farmer, there's queer things going on in this house," and then relapsed to a combat with Mrs. Sumfit, regarding the candle; she saying that it was not to be entrusted to him, and he sullenly contending that it was. "Here, we'll all go to bed," said the farmer.
Sumfit, ran from the room for a single minute; after which she came back smiling with gravely joyful eyes and showing a sedate readiness to eat and conclude the morning meal. What did this mean? The farmer could have made allowance for Rhoda's behaving so, seeing that she notoriously possessed intellect; and he had the habit of charging all freaks and vagaries of manner upon intellect.
Sumfit was observing to Rhoda, "you might carry the box and who would have guessed how stout it was, and me to hit it with a poker and not break it, I couldn't, nor get a single one through the slit; the sight I was, with a poker in my hand! I do declare I felt azactly like a housebreaker; and no soul to notice what you carries. Where you hear the gold, my dear, go so" Mrs.
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