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Updated: June 12, 2025
Was it simply the advent of a guest an invalid guest that had wrought such changes? One of the gardeners, seeing him as he approached the gate, came running up to hold his horse. Tatham, who knew everybody and prided himself on it, recognized him as the son of an old Duddon keeper. "Well, Backhouse, you're making a fine clearance here!" "Aye! It's took us days, your lordship.
Backhouse he niver found oot till he'd got past t' bridge, and than it wur too late to go back. Mrs. Thornburgh stood transfixed, something of her fresh pink colour slowly deserting her face as she realised the enormity of the catastrophe. And was it possible that there was the faintest twinkle of grim satisfaction on the face of that elderly minx, Sarah? Mrs.
Backhouse said, but she had taken some milk and beef-tea; she knew her father and mother quite well, and she had asked twice for Tiza. The doctor said they must just be patient. Quiet and rest would make her well again, and nothing else, and Tiza was not to go home for a day or two.
Thornburgh had asked of him with a manner of admirable indifference whether he felt inclined for an evening walk to High Ghyll to inquire after Mary Backhouse. The request fell in excellently with a lover's restlessness, and Robert assented at once. The vicar saw him go with puzzled brows and a quick look at his wife, whose head was bent close over her worsted work.
"I'm going to write to you, Becky," said Milly, when the time came to go away, "and at Christmas I'll send you a Christmas card, and perhaps some day we'll come here again you know." "And then we'll milk the cows," said Olly, "won't we, Becky? And I'll ride on your big horse. Mr. Backhouse says I may ride all alone some day when I'm big; when I'm sixty no, when I'm ninety-five you know."
When their children grew up and were able to help, Backhouse and his wife would be able to do it all very well; but just now, when they were still quite small, it was very hard work; it was all the farmer and his wife could do to make enough to keep themselves and their children fed and clothed.
He could see himself lying on the floor poring over the old plates, morning, noon, and night then using a little lad, his father's apprentice, to examine him in what he had learnt the two going about arm-in-arm Backhouse asking the questions according to a paper drawn up by John 'How many heads to the deltoid? and so on over and over again and with what an eagerness, what an ardour! till the brain was bursting and the hand quivering with new knowledge and the power to use it.
Well, we must do with something else, I suppose, but I expect her father'll beat her." Milly and Olly looked rather awestruck at the idea of a beating from John Backhouse, that great strong brawny farmer; and Milly, whispering something quickly to Aunt Emma, slipped out into the garden again.
Irwin stood close round the settle, but as she came nearer, Catherine saw Mary Backhouse lying panting on her pillows, her breath coming in loud gasps, her dress and all the coverings of the bed showing signs of disorder and confusion, her black hair tossed about her. 'It's bin awfu' work sence you left, miss, whispered Mrs. Irwin to Catherine excitedly, as she joined them.
Her thoughts clung to the hills, to the gray farmhouses, the rough men and women inside them. But Rose gave her small satisfaction. 'Poor old Jim Backhouse! said Catherine, sighing. 'Agnes tells me he is quite bedridden now.
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