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At the time that old Beazeley hired it there was a bridge rudely constructed of old ship plank, by which you could gain a path which led across the Battersea Fields; but as all the communications of old Tom were by water, and Mrs Beazeley never ventured over the bridge, it was gradually knocked away for firewood, and when it was low-water, one old post, redolent of mud, marked the spot where the bridge had been.
Under these circumstances, when applied to, Mrs Beazeley, who was too conscious to mislead the child, was accustomed to place her hand upon her back, and complain of the rheumatiz "Such a stitch, my dear love, can't talk now ask your pa' when he comes home." Edward Forster had maturely weighed the difficulties of the charge imposed upon him, that of educating a female.
Then he leaned forward, all interest, all earnestness, and told his story and told it appealingly, too, and yet in the simplest and most unpretentious way; indeed, in such a way as to suggest to one, all the time, that this was a faithful, honorable witness, giving evidence in the sacred interest of justice, and under oath. He said: "Mrs. Beazeley Mrs.
"Yes, Jacob, but how?" replied Mrs Beazeley; "surely you ought to be able to tell how you got so large a sum." "Jacob has some reason for not telling, missus, depend upon it; mayhap Mr Turnbull, or whoever gave it to him, told him to hold his tongue." But this answer would not satisfy Mrs Beazeley, who declared she would not allow a farthing to be taken unless she knew how it was obtained.
The house of old Tom Beazeley was situated on the verge of Battersea Fields, about a mile-and-a-half from the bridge bearing the same name; the river about twenty yards before it the green grass behind it, and not a tree within half-a-mile of it.
"Yes, yes;" sobbed Mrs Beazeley; "tell me where is the body of my poor child." "Can you bear to talk about him?" said I. "Yes, yes; we can't talk too much; it does us good," replied she. "We have done nothing but talk about him since we left him." "And shall, till we sink down into our own graves," said old Tom, "which won't be long.
From that day I was as one of the family, and finding the distance too great, took up my abode at apartments contiguous to the house of Mr Drummond. But the course of other people's love did not run so smooth, and I must now return to Mary Stapleton and Tom Beazeley.
And yet, perhaps there never was a more lively or a more happy woman than Mrs Beazeley, for she was strong and in good health, and always employed. She knew that her husband was following up his avocation on the river, and laying by a provision for their old age, which she herself was adding considerably to it by her own exertions.
"Don't say so, Tom don't say so," interrupted the old woman. Tom continued "Oft shall I sigh for thee and home, And all those joys from which I parted." "Aye, so he does, poor fellow, I'll be bound to say. What would I give to see his dear, smiling face!" said Mrs Beazeley. "And I'd give no little, missus, myself.
After entering into all the arrangements of the house, Mrs Beazeley took me upstairs to show me the rooms, which were very neat and clean. I came down with her, and old Tom said, "Did the old woman show you the room with the white curtains, Jacob?" "Yes," replied I, "and a very nice one it is." "Well, Jacob, there's nothing sure in this world.
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