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Updated: June 4, 2025
It's the only chance you give me, you two." She said this with her eyes on 'Bias, who started as if stung and glanced first at her, then at Cai. But Cai observed nothing, being occupied at the moment in winding up the musical box, which had run down. Mrs Bosenna smiled a demure smile.
Cai, though with rising temper, kept his nonchalance. "With you and me the creatur' don't feel the temptation, and consikently there's a side of his character hidden from us. But in female company it comes out. You may depend that's the explanation." "Why, of course it is," chimed in Mrs Bosenna with sudden suspiciously sudden conviction. "How clever of Captain Hocken to think of it!"
He stared at her blankly. "Poor old 'Bias!" he murmured. "But it can't be." "Right O! if you will have it so. But, you see, I didn' put the question out o' curiosity altogether." "The question? What question?" "Why, about Mrs Bosenna." "What has Mrs Bosenna to do with Oh, ay, to be sure! You're meanin' that hundred pounds." His wits were not very clear for the moment.
Who's been scandalisin' me to you?" He turned, half-choking, and shook a minatory finger at Cai. "I I didn' say I had any objection to fightin'-men, not when they're quiet," Mrs Bosenna made haste to observe in a pacificatory tone. In fact she was growing nervous, and felt that she had driven her revenge far enough. "My late husband was very fond of the the ring in his young days."
Mrs Bosenna, though quite at a loss to explain it, grasped the situation in less than a moment. She followed up 'Bias, keeping wide and running yet not seeming to hasten over the unbroken ground to the left. "Captain Hunken!" 'Bias, throwing all his weight back on the plough-tail, brought his team to a halt and looked around. He was bewildered, yet he recognised the voice.
"I I take it very kindly, ma'am." "'Tis a funny time o' the year to be plantin' roses, isn't it?" asked Fancy. "Eh?" In the dusk Mrs Bosenna treated her to a disapproving stare. "Is that Elijah Tabb's child? . . . You've grown such a lot lately, I hardly recognised you." "I noticed that," said the child with composure, "though I didn't guess the reason.
She repeated this, calling it after him as he raced down the path. At the footbridge he remembered the musical box in the bushes. But it was too late. Mrs Bosenna had followed him to the head of the slope, and stood watching, waving her handkerchief. As he glanced back and up at her over his shoulder, his ear caught the rumble of a train, not far up the valley. He must run! . . .
They burst in balls of fire blue, green, yellow, crimson. They lit up the garden so vividly that each separate leaf on the laurustinus bushes cast its own sharp shadow. "O oh!" breathed Mrs Bosenna, but now on a very different note, and as though her whole spirit drank deep, quenching a celestial desire. Cai, stealing a look, saw her profile irradiated, her gaze uplifted to the zenith.
Into what flowers these various shootlets would expand Captain Cai knew no more than Adam, first of gardeners. He would consult some knowledgeable person no, not Mrs Bosenna and label them 'as per instructions': or, stay! 'Bias Hunken had a weakness for small wagers.
Cai retired to bed early that night, wearied in all his limbs with much and aimless walking. If, as he trudged highroad or lane in the early summer heat, any thought of Mrs Bosenna arose for a moment and conquered the anodyne of bodily exercise, it was not a thought of grudging her to 'Bias. By the turn of Fortune's wheel 'Bias would win her now. To him, at all events, she was lost.
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