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Quite apart from the subject inscribed on them, Weyburn had now and again a blow at the breast, of untraceable origin. For he was well enough aware that the old days when Browny imagined him a hero, in drinking his praises of a brighter, were drowned. They were dead; but here was she the bride of the proved hero.
'This is going to last? 'Ever so long. They had a spell of steady swimming, companionship to inspirit it. Browny was allowed place a little foremost, and she guessed not wherefore, in her flattered emulation. 'I 'm bound for France. 'Slew a point to the right: South-east by South. We shall hit Dunkerque. 'I don't mean to be picked up by boats. 'We'll decline. 'You see I can swim.
The corn had long been cut, and there lay the stubble, and fields, a browny- white expanse; the houses were of mud, and their fiat roofs were of mud, and the mud was of a browny-whiteness; the huts were thatched, and the stockades around them of barked timber, and these were of a browny whiteness.
"You have your work to do, Mr. Weyburn." Saying that, she bowed an implied apology for having kept him from it, and rose. She bowed again as she passed through the doorway, in acknowledgment of his politeness. Here; then, was the end of the story of Browny and Matey. Such was his thought under the truncheon-stroke of their colloquy.
Browny was not to be thought of as Browny; she was this grand Countess of Ormont; she had married Matey Weyburn's hero: she would never admit she had been Browny. Only she was handsome then, and she is handsome now; and she looks on Matey Weyburn now just as she did then. How strange is the world! Or how if we are the particular person destined to encounter the strange things of the world?
"And his motto is `Oh the poor workhouse boy!" cried Courtenay. "There, that will do, Grant," said Mr Solomon. "Let these little boys amuse themselves. It won't hurt us. Bring your basket." "Yes, take him away, Browny," cried Philip. "Ah, young fellows, your father will find out some day what nice boys you are! Come along, Grant and let these young gentlemen talk till they're tired."
Weyburn that he had not brooded morbidly over his phantom Browny, and could meet Aminta, Countess of Ormont, on the next occasion with the sentiments proper to a common official. Did she not set him a commendable example?
He, who could have been a pictorial and suggestive narrator, carried a spinning head off his shoulders from this wonderful Countess of Ormont to Matey Weyburn's dark-eyed Browny at High Brent, and the Sunday walk in Sir Peter Wensell's park. Away and back his head went.
But the girl had her answer: she declared they were one and the same, affirmed that the years between were a bad night's dream, that her heart had been faithful, that he who conjures visions of romance in a young girl's bosom must always have her heart, as a crisis will reveal it to her. She had the volubility of the mettled Browny of old, and was lectured. When she insisted on shouting 'Matey!
Browny, after all, was the girl for Matey. She won a victory right away and out of hand, on behalf of her cloud-and- moon sisters, as against the sunny-meadowy; for slanting intermediates are not espied of boys in anything: conquered by Browny; they went over to her colour, equal to arguing, that Venus at her mightiest must have been dark, or she would not have stood a comparison with the forest Goddess of the Crescent, swanning it through a lake on the leap for run of the chase watching the dart, with her humming bow at breast.
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