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"Did you ever hear tell of a man called Burke?" he asked. "'Course I did," answered Mrs Bosenna, albeit the question startled her. "My old nurse told me about him often. He used to go about snatchin' bodies." Cai considered a moment, and shook his head. "I don't think mine can be the same, or Benny wouldn't have recommended him so highly.
"I accept," said he firmly, looking Mrs Bosenna hard in the eyes, and her eyes sank under his gaze. "Hi! Heads!" sang out a voice, and simultaneously the ladder which William Skin had been hauling aloft, came crashing down and struck the flagged path scarcely two yards away. A second later Cai had Mrs Bosenna in his arms. "You are not hurt?" he gasped.
Mrs Bosenna started, alert at once and on her guard; for the game of fence she had chosen to play with these two demanded a constant wariness. But it seemed that for the moment Cai had no design to press his suit or no direct design. "It's this way," he explained. "You know the stevedores, down at the jetties, are givin' their usual Whit-Monday regatta Passage Regatta, as some call it?
Its politeness, however, seldom takes the form of reticence; and as she descended she drew a double broadside of neighbourly good-days and congratulations, with audible comments from the back rows on her personal appearance. "Mornin', Mrs Bosenna an' a brave breast-knot you're wearin'!" "Han'some, id'n-a?" "Handsome, sure 'nough!" "Fresh coloured as the day she was wed. . . . Good mornin' ma'am!
"Prize-fighter, ma'am? What, 'Bias? . . . He's the gentlest you ever knew, and the easiest-goin': and for ladies' company well, I don't know," confessed Captain Cai, "as he ever found himself in such, least-ways not to my knowledge. But I'll be bound he wouldn't be able to open his mouth." " Unless in defence of a friend," suggested Mrs Bosenna, laughing. "You must bring him to call on me."
"That's a pretty trifle," said Captain Tobias, possessing himself of the box and extracting a match from it. "Where did ye pick it up, now!" "From a a lady a Mrs Bosenna." Captain Cai recovered the box, pocketed it, and desperately changed the subject. "What's become of all the porters hereabouts?" he demanded. "Leavin' us alone an' all this luggage, like a wreck ashore!"
He climbed the hill briskly, to view his own garden and take stock of its possibilities. . . . The roses planted by Mrs Bosenna had scarcely flagged at all, thanks to the night's rain. Around them and to right and left along the border under the walls of the two first terraces, green shoots were pushing up from the soil sword-like spikes of iris, red noses of peonies, green fingers of lupins.
"Why, turn 'em back, to be sure!" He started off to meet the herd. " While you run for the stile," added Cai, preparing to follow as bravely. But Mrs Bosenna caught his arm. "I'm I'm so silly," she confessed in a tremulous whisper, "about horned beasts when they don't belong to me." "Dangerous, are they?" asked Cai.
Cai did not guess at 'Bias under this description. "Well, you see, with this here Diamond Jubilee in the offing, there's a feelin' abroad that the town ought to sit up, as the sayin' is " "And you're the man to make it sit up!" said Mrs Bosenna gaily. "Well now, I want you to help me."
"What's all this?" interrupted a voice, very sweet and cool in the doorway. "Mrs Bosenna? Your servant, ma'am!" Mr Dewy rose halfway in his seat and made obeisance. "We are dealing with a lot which may concern you, ma'am; for it runs " he consulted his map "Yes I thought so right alongside your property at Rilla. A trifle over two acres, ma'am, and Mr Middlecoat has just bid three hundred for it."
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