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They call Mother Dibbin a witch, an' now as she's down wi' the rheumatics there ain't nobody to look arter 'er, 'cept Miss Anthea, she'd ha' starved afore now if it 'adn't been for Miss Anthea, but Lord love your eyes, an' limbs, Mr. Belloo sir! Miss Anthea don't care if she's a witch, or fifty witches, not she! So good-night, Mr. Belloo sir, an' mum's the word!"
Belloo, whether it be his voice, or his eye, or his chin, I don't know, but there be summat about him as says, very distinct that if so be 'e should 'appen to set 'is mind on a thing, why 'e's a-going to get it, an' 'e ain't a-going to give in till 'e do get it. Ye see, Miss Anthea, 'e's so very quiet in 'is ways, an' speaks so soft, an' gentle, p'raps that's it.
Well, I'll play your game, Adam, yes, you may depend upon me." "Thankee, Mr. Belloo sir, thankee sir! though I do 'ope as you'll excuse me for taking such liberties, an' making so free wi' your 'eart, and your affections, sir?" "Oh certainly, Adam! the cause excuses everything." "Then, good-night, sir!" "Good-night, Adam!"
Fill your pipe, and, while you smoke, confide your cares to me, put me wise, or, as your French cousins would say, make me 'au fait." "Well," began Adam, when his pipe was well alight, "in the first place, Mr. Belloo sir, I begs to remind you, as Miss Anthea sold her furnitur' to raise enough money as with what the 'ops will bring, might go to pay off the mortgage, for good an' all, sir." "Yes."
Well?" said Anthea, rather breathlessly, and taking up a pencil that happened to be lying near to hand. "And Mr. Belloo," continued Adam, heavily, "Mr. Belloo has done me the the honour," here Adam paused to give an extra twist to his hat, "the honour, Miss Anthea " "Yes, Adam."
"Found the fortun' as he were always a-lookin' for, a sack o' golden soverings, sir, an' bank-notes, Mr. Belloo, sir, bushels on 'em; enough ah! more 'n enough to pay off that mortgage, and to send that theer old Grimes about his business, an' away from Dapplemere for good an' all, sir." "So Grimes is really paid off, then, is he, Adam?"
I began to think as they never would ha' left off biddin', an' by George! I don't believe as Mr. Belloo ever would have left off biddin'. Ye see, there's summat about Mr.
"Lord!" exclaimed Adam again, balanced now upon a ladder, and pausing to wipe his brow with one hand and with a picture swinging in the other, "Lord! what ever will Miss Anthea say, Mr. Belloo sir!" "Ah!" nodded Bellew thoughtfully, "I wonder!" "What do you suppose she'll say, Miss Priscilla, mam?" "I think you'd better be careful of that picture, Adam!"
Belloo sir." "To-night!" said Bellew, "to-night!" and he stood, for a while with bent head, as though lost in profound thought. "Adam," said he, suddenly, "help me to harness the mare, I must drive over to the nearest rail-road depot, hurry, I must be off, the sooner, the better." "What! be you goin' sir?" "Yes; hurry, man, hurry!"
But Anthea was grave enough, and the troubled look in her eyes quickly sobered him. "A hundred and fifty-six pounds!" she repeated in an awed voice, "but it it is awful!" "Steepish!" admitted Adam, "pretty steepish for a old sideboard, I'll allow, Miss Anthea, but you see it were a personal matter betwixt Grimes an' Mr. Belloo.
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