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He answered by drawing his sword, and would have stabbed me, but I closed with him, and should have secured him if my foot had not slipped. While I was on the ground, he dealt me a severe blow, and ran after his mistress." "Just like him," replied Blaize. "He took the same cowardly advantage of me last night."
"What!" cried Richard, with an astonishment hardly to be feigned, "you have seen my father?" But Farmer Blaize had now such a scent for lies that he could detect them where they did not exist, and mumbled gruffly, "Ay, we knows all about that!" The boy's perplexity saved him from being irritated. Who could have told his father?
Farmer Blaize hated poachers, and, especially young chaps poaching, who did it mostly from impudence. He heard the audacious shots popping right and left, and going forth to have a glimpse at the intruders, and observing their size, swore he would teach my gentlemen a thing, lords or no lords.
The lamp which ultimately was sure to be lifted up to illumine the acts of this secretive race began slowly to dispread its rays; and, as statement followed statement, they saw that all had known of the business: that all had been down to Belthorpe: all save the wise youth Adrian, who, with due deference and a sarcastic shrug, objected to the proceeding, as putting them in the hands of the man Blaize.
Blaize, who had taken the opportunity of his companion's abstraction to sip a little more plague-water, now approached, and told him that Wingfield was descending the hill to meet them. Rousing himself, Leonard ran towards the farmer, who appeared delighted to see them back again, and conducted them to his dwelling.
And as he lingered for a moment while it was locked, he heard Blaize say to himself, "I must go and take three more rufuses and a large dose of diascordium." It was a bright moonlight night, and as the apprentice turned to depart, he perceived a figure hastily retreating on the other side of the way.
Why couldn't he be open with me? I shall never trust him again!" "And why not you with me, young gentleman?" said the farmer. "I sh'd trust you if ye had." Richard did not see the analogy. He bowed stiffly and bade him good afternoon. Farmer Blaize pulled the bell. "Company the young gentleman out, Lucy," he waved to the little damsel in the doorway. "Do the honours. And, Mr.
Bloundel, who was greatly delighted to see the porter, and gave him a hearty welcome. "Ah, sir, I have had a narrow escape," cried Blaize, "and never more expected to see you, or my mother, or Patience. I have had the plague, sir, and a terrible disorder it is." "I heard or your seizure from Leonard Holt," replied Mr. Bloundel. "But where have you been since you left the hospital at Saint Paul's?"
Glancing angrily at Blaize, the apprentice conducted the doctor to the inner room, where they found the grocer, with the Bible on his knee, watching by the bedside of his son. He was delighted with their appearance, but looked inquisitively at his apprentice for some explanation of his long absence.
He was leaning over Cassandra's uneasy neck watching the one window intently, when a voice addressed him out of the darkness. "Be that you, young gentleman? Mr. Fev'rel?" Richard's trance was broken. "Mr. Blaize!" he said; recognizing the farmer's voice. "Good even'n t' you, sir," returned the farmer. "I knew the mare though I didn't know you. Rather bluff to-night it be. Will ye step in, Mr.
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