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Quick as lightning he passes; and the dancers are decimated. They perish; then their melancholy remnants fall from the nest containing the young brood, in the form of guano which becomes the turf's inheritance. And so it is with all and everything, with large and small, from end to end of the animal progression. A perpetual massacre perpetuates the flux of life.
Moreover, every thing around us seemed curiously to have swelled and grown larger and softer and less cold of outline; the whole scene, though as motionless as ever, appeared to have taken on a sort of bright-red humidity, and deposited that humidity in purple, scintillating, quivering dew on the turf's various spikes and tufts.
I used to have two thousand five hundred a year; now I've got a beggarly fifteen hundred, and the price of living doubled." "Ah!" murmured Soames, "the turf's in danger." Over George's face moved a gleam of sardonic self-defence. "Well," he said, "they brought me up to do nothing, and here I am in the sear and yellow, getting poorer every day.
I used to have two thousand five hundred a year; now I've got a beggarly fifteen hundred, and the price of living doubled." "Ah!" murmured Soames, "the turf's in danger." Over George's face moved a gleam of sardonic self-defence. "Well," he said, "they brought me up to do nothing, and here I am in the sere and yellow, getting poorer every day.
I used to have two thousand five hundred a year; now I've got a beggarly fifteen hundred, and the price of living doubled." "Ah!" murmured Soames, "the turf's in danger." Over George's face moved a gleam of sardonic self-defence. "Well," he said, "they brought me up to do nothing, and here I am in the sear and yellow, getting poorer every day.
"Eat ye your pease-brose and keep clear o' the weemen, and ye'll be as great a man as him, but never say a word tae Dan. Says you, when ye go home and see him wi' nobody aboot, says you: 'Jock McGilp was saying the turf's in and the gull's a bonny bird. Mind it noo; 'The turfs in' and 'the gull's a bonny bird."
Trafford sat down by them, stroking the turf's green blades, and gazing at the warm-hued flowers through tears. "Gone gone," they seemed to whisper as they softly rustled. Somehow these tender, soulless things brought up the boy's memory most vividly.
"There's just the two roads, you see, the shore road and the hill road, and a strange foot carries far, and there's aye a lad on the watch when the 'turf's in." So that was Wee Neil's message; McGilp and his crew would be ashore, as many as could be spared from the schooner, and we were making for the Turf Inn, and as we travelled I asked why it came to be called that.
Turf's a lovely thing when it's lawns; but when it's horse-racing, and gets hold on yer tight, it's a sort o' Bedlam-Hanwelly business. Don't you never bet, sir. If I hadn't never betted, I should ha' been a rich man now, with two hundred pound in the savings bank, instead of being a private soldier me, too, as knows more about valetting a gent than half the chaps as goes into service."
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