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There stood Hester with her apron thrown over her head, weeping convulsively while Bainton, leaning against the ivied porch entrance to ths house, was trembling like a woman in an ague fit. "What's the matter?" said Walden, in a voice of almost peremptory loudness, a voice that sounded harsh and wild on his own ears "What has happened?" "Oh-oh Oh-oh!" wailed Hester "Oh, Mr.
He enjoyed, however, the greatest unpopularity of any man in the neighbourhood, which was some small comfort to those who believed in the laws of compensation and justice. Bainton was his particular enemy for one, and Bainton's master, John Walden, for another.
Rest, as a village, was only too glad to be rid of Leach's long detested presence to care anything at all as to his further occupations or future career, and only Bainton kept as he said 'an eye on him. Bainton was a somewhat curious personage, talkative as he showed himself on most occasions, he was both shrewd and circumspect; no stone was more uncommunicative than he when he chose.
"Come to me at six o'clock, Bainton. I shall want you." "Very good, sir!" The pole splashed in the water, the punt shot out into the clear stream, Nebbie gave two short barks, as was his custom when he found himself being helplessly borne away from dry land, and in a few seconds Walden had disappeared round one of the bends of the river. Bainton stood ruminating for a minute.
Startled by the sudden ghastly pallor of his master's face, Bainton ventured to lay a hand on his arm. "She was found two hours ago," he said, in hushed tones "Up on Farmer Thorpe's ploughed field all crushed on the clods, an' no one nigh 'er 'cept the mare. An' the mare was as sensible as a 'uman, for she was a-whinnyin' loud like cryin' for 'elp an' Dr.
"Yes, sir!" dutifully rejoined Bainton, shading his eyes from the strong sun with one grimy hand. "Well, plant nothing but hollyhocks there, as many as you can cram in. We must have a blaze of colour to contrast with those dark yews. See to the jessamine and passion-flowers by the porch; and there is a 'Gloire' rose near the drawing-room window that wants cutting back a bit."
A look first of astonishment and then of fear came over the simple fellow's face. "I'm afraid," he at last faltered, "that the lady does not know what a hard man Mr. Leach is; he'll as good as kill me if I go there alone to him!" "Lord love ye, man, you won't be alone!" roared Bainton, "There's plenty in the village 'ull take care o' that!"
Bainton waited a moment, and then, unable any longer to control his curiosity, seized his ladder and deliberately carried it across the lawn, though he knew that that was not the proper way to the tool-shed where it was kept. Halting close to the seat under the apple-tree, he said: "Yon red honeysuckle's comin' on fine, Passon, it be as full o' bud as a pod o' peas."
The young rustics hustled one another forward, moved by strong excitement, all eager to see the feminine 'Humpire' who had descended upon them as suddenly as a vision falling from the skies, and all wondering what would happen next. "You have had my orders?" repeated Maryllia; then, as no answer was vouchsafed to her, she looked round and perceived Bainton. To him she at once addressed herself.
"I like it as it is," responded Walden with cheerful imperturbability, and a smile at the thick-set obstinate-looking figure of his 'head man about the place' as Bainton loved to be called. "Have you planted out my phloxes?" "Planted 'em out every one," was the reply; "Likewhich the Delphy Inums.
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