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He threw an amorous glance at Lady Alicia, which her watchful mother rightly interpreted as indicating the cause of his intended refusal. “Who is it this time?” asked Mr Bunker. “Sir Richard Brierley of Brierley Park, Dampshire. Is zat how you pronounce it?”
His enemies let him alone for a short time after his wife's death for there is a measure of rugged consideration even among profligates and drunkards. But a storm had been brewing, and it fell at last when Ned Brierley had been gone from Langhurst about a month.
Not only the more sporting portions of his wardrobe but his gun and cartridges as well, had vanished, and, search and storm as he liked, there was not a trace of them to be found. “Ze rascal!” he muttered; “I did not zink he was zief as well.” It is hardly wonderful that he arrived at Brierley station in anything but an amiable frame of mind.
If Ned Brierley likes his teetottal ways, and brings up his lads and wenches same fashion, let him please himself; but he mustn't make teetottallers of you nor me." "And why shouldn't he make a teetottaller of me?" cried Thomas, his anger rising at his wife's opposition. "What has the drink done for us, I'd like to know?
He ever liveth; and hasn't he said, `I will never leave thee nor forsake thee?" "That's true," replied the other; "but I can't always feel it. He's helped me afore now, and I know as he'll help me again but I can't always trust him as I should." "Ah, but you must trust him," said Brierley earnestly; "you must stick firm to your Saviour.
She longed to flee away and be at rest; but she could not escape into forgetfulness, and she would not fly from duty. So a dark cloud hung over that home, and it was soon to be darker still. Ned Brierley was appointed manager of a colliery in Wales, at a place a hundred miles or more from Langhurst, and a few months after Alice Johnson's death he removed to his new situation, with all his family.
Ay, wouldn't that be a rare game?" A roar of laughter followed this speech. But Johnson's blood was up. "And why shouldn't I join the teetottallers if I've a mind?" he cried. "I don't see what good the drink's done to me nor mine. And as for Ned Brierley, he's a gradely Christian. I've given him nothing afore but foul words; but I'll give him no more."
"Well, Thomas." "Alice, you know I have been up at Ned's. Ned's a quiet, civil man, and a gradely Christian too. I wish our house had been like his; we shouldn't have lost our Sammul then." "Well, my word! what's come over you, Thomas? Why, sure you're not a- going to be talked over by yon Brierley folk!" exclaimed his wife.
There is in these words scarcely fair allowance for the men's ignorance. At length one of the Masters of the fleet, a Mr. Brierley, undertook to lead the column, and the signal to weigh in succession was made. The leading ship got off handsomely, but difficulties soon arose.
Arthur Barrington, and grand-daughter of Sir Edward Ashton of Brierley. "Charles, how dared you?" cried his mother, reddening with anger, "your father will be excessively angry." "I cannot help that: it is the truth, is it not?" "True? of course you know it is; but, for all that, you need not have published it in that absurd manner." "I thought it best."
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