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"Not I. For one thing, they're vallyble, and I don't keep a safe. I put 'em back in the old man's top shelf alongside o' yours." Cai groaned. "They're missin' then!" "Who told you?" "The child Fancy Tabb." 'Bias looked serious. "Why didn' she come to me, I wonder?" "I reckon knowing what friends we'd been she left it to me to break the news." "I won't believe it," declared 'Bias slowly.
Every one discussed the item with that frankness which is so characteristic of the little town, and so engaging when you arrive at knowing us, though it not infrequently disconcerts the newcomer. Barber Toy having Cai at his mercy next morning, with a razor close to his throat heartily wished him success. "Not," added Mr Toy, "that I bear any ill-will to Cap'n Hunken.
'You was made the recipient of sentiments which emanated' that's the way to talk to 'em in public life. I can reckernise the lingo, though I couldn' manage it for worlds, an' don't know as I want to try." "Troy is my native town, you see," explained Cai, drinking encouragement. "An' a rattlin' fine one, too!" Tobias halted in front of a wall letter-box. "Look at that, now!
"But supposin' I don't need bein' distracted, not at this present?" "Not at this present," Mr Rogers agreed. "Your friend allowed that; but he said as, all human life bein' uncertain, he was worried in mind what was goin' to become o' you in the years to come." "Meanin' after his death?" asked Cai, with a touch of asperity. "He didn' specify.
Mr Philp's just arrived there." On recovering from his previous stroke, Mr Rogers had given orders that, if another befell him, his bed was to be fetched downstairs and laid in the great bow-window of the parlour. There Cai found him with Fancy in attendance, and 'Bias seated on a chair by the bedside. "Good-mornin'," Cai nodded, hushing his voice, and advanced towards the bed almost on tiptoe.
When they wrote of Cai Sir Kay the Seneschal that so subtle was his nature that when it pleased him he could make himself as tall as the tallest tree in the forest, they were dealing in a purely celtic element: the tradition of the greatness of, and the magical powers inherent in, the human spirit; but when they set him on horseback, to ride tilts in the tourney ring, they were simply borrowing from, to out do, the Normans.
Sure enough Dinah returned in a moment to report that her mistress was in her rose-garden; and following her thither, they found Mrs Bosenna, flushed of face and evidently mastering an extreme discomposure. "I, I hardly expected you," she began. "It's Friday," said Cai. "It's Christmas Day," said 'Bias. "I reckon he counted on that, that Middlecoat, I mean." "Eh? . . . Mr Middlecoat "
She had discovered what she had come to learn; and having discovered it, she presently took her leave, with a promise to be punctual on the morrow. When she was gone the pair sat for some time in silence. Tink, tink-tink-a-tink, tink, went the musical box on the table. . . . At length Cai stood up.
"If he chooses to back out?" Cai was taunting Bias as the crowd pressed around. So true is it that: "To be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain." "Who wants to back out?" answered 'Bias sullenly. "If a man insults me, I hold him to his word: either that or he takes it back." "Quite right, Cap'n';" prompted a voice. "And he can't tell us he didn't say it, for I heard him!"
"Why not go to Benny, and get him to fix you up something appropriate?" suggested John Peter. "Old Benny, I mean, that writes the letters for seamen. He's a dab at verses. People go to him regular for the In-Memoriams they put in the newspaper." "That's an idea, too," said Captain Cai. "I'll consult him to-morrow.
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