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Cruel fire burning the wood that once grew leaves like those. Oh! it IS so mixed! It was a thought others have had before her. To see for himself how it fared with the big laborer at the hands of Preliminary Justice, Felix went into Transham with Stanley the following morning.
It stood in its park and pastures two miles from the little town of Transham and the Morton Plough Works; close to the ancestral home of the Moretons, his mother's family that home burned down by Roundheads in the Civil War. The site certain vagaries in the ground Mrs.
"Only that it seems funny, if we're getting richer and richer, and yet all the time farther and farther away from the life that every one agrees is the best for health and happiness. Father put it into my head, making me look at the little, towny people in Transham this afternoon. I know I mean to begin at once to learn about farm work." "You?"
Pogram, of the firm of Pogram & Collet, solicitors, in whose hands the interests of many citizens of Transham and the country round were almost securely deposited. He occupied, curiously enough, the house where Edmund Morton himself had lived, conducting his works on the one hand and the squirearchy of the parish on the other.
Arrived at Transham, that little town upon a hill which the Morton Plough Works had created, they were soon in Stanley's car, whirling into the sleepy peace of a Worcestershire afternoon. Would this young bird nestling up against him echo Flora's verdict: 'I feel all body there! or would she take to its fatted luxury as a duck to water?
"I swear I would have saved him. I tried to do it when they committed him at Transham." He looked wildly at Felix. "Didn't I? You were there; you heard!" "Yes, yes; I heard." "They wouldn't let me then. I thought they mightn't find him guilty here so I let it go on. And now he's dead. You don't know how I feel!" His throat was working, and Felix said with real compassion: "My dear boy!
Porter of Worcester. Quite so." And a conviction that Mr. Pogram thought they should have been Messrs. Pogram & Collet of Transham confirmed in Felix the feeling that they had come to the right man. "I gather," Mr. Pogram said, and he looked at Nedda with a glance from which he obviously tried to remove all earthly desires, "that you, sir, and your nephew wish to go and see the man. Mrs.
Tod was on the point of starting back to Transham, where Sheila and the two laborers would be brought up before the magistrates. Felix and Kirsteen took hurried counsel. Now that Mother, whose nursing was beyond reproach, had come, it would be better if they went with Tod. All three started forthwith in the car.
"I cannot smile at that." And, studying her face, Felix thought, 'You're right there! You'll get no help from humor.... Early that afternoon, with Nedda between them, Felix and his nephew were speeding toward Transham. The little town a hamlet when Edmund Moreton dropped the E from his name and put up the works which Stanley had so much enlarged had monopolized by now the hill on which it stood.
He was duly at Transham station in time for the London train, and, after a minute consecrated to looking in the wrong direction, he saw his mother already on the platform with her bag, an air-cushion, and a beautifully neat roll. 'Travelling third! he thought. 'Why will she do these things? Slightly flushed, she kissed Felix with an air of abstraction. "How good of you to meet me, darling!"
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