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The unhappy Colonial Produce merchant ran as he had not run for a quarter of a century, faster even than he had on his first experience of Coggs' and Coker's society on that memorable Monday night. But in spite of his efforts the chase was a short one. Chawner and Tipping very soon had him by the collar, and brought him back, struggling and kicking out viciously, to Mr.
"Yes, it will," said Chawner irritably, "it will you mayn't mean to tell of anyone but yourself; but directly Grimstone asks you questions, it all comes out. I know all about it. And, anyway, I forbid you to go up till I give you leave." "And who the dooce are you?" said Mr. Bultitude, nettled at this assumption of authority. "How are you going to prevent me, may I ask?"
"Then ye'll take it to Big James, and he can start Chawner on it. Th' job's promised for Monday forenoon." "Will Big James be working?" asked Edwin, for it was Saturday afternoon, when, though the shop remained open, the printing office was closed.
So time passed and near a year was spent, but Chawner dallied to say the word and let 'em wed; and the crash came on a night in October, when the policeman suddenly found himself called to night duty by Inspector Chowne. 'Twas a beat along the Trusham covers, and a constable had gone ill, and the gamekeepers were yowling about the poachers as usual, instead of catching 'em.
Bultitude, "I never saw the wretched girl before." "Ah!" said Chawner, "but I've got the note in my pocket! Jolland was seedy and asked me to take it for you, and I read it, and it was so nicely written that I thought I should like to keep it myself, and so I did and here it is!" And he drew out with great caution a piece of crumpled paper and showed it to the horrified old gentleman.
Still Sam found it hard to believe he was waking. But he done a sensible thing and went to Inspector's private tap and poured himself four fingers. "Here's luck," he said; and Chawner Green always told afterwards that it was the first and last joke his son-in-law ever made. 'Twas he who spoke next.
At last he said, "But you know the Doctor would never allow animals to be kept in the school, if Bultitude had brought them. The whole thing is against the rules, and I shall not interfere." "Ah, but," said Chawner, "he promised them all to day-boarders. The Doctor couldn't object to that, could he, sir?" "True," said Mr. Blinkhorn, "true. I was not aware of that.
As he was recovering from the collision, and preparing to offer or accept an apology, as the case might be, he discovered to his horror that he had fallen amongst no strangers. The three were his old acquaintances, Coker, Coggs, and the virtuous Chawner of whom he had fondly hoped to have seen the last for ever! The moral and physical shock of such an encounter took all Mr.
"I tell you what I mean to do; I shall keep my eye on you, and directly I see you making ready to go to Grimstone, I shall get up first and take him this ... then you'll be done for. You'd better give in, really, Dickie!" "Well?" said Chawner, "make up your mind; are you going to tell him, or not?" "I must!" said Paul hoarsely.
Nor did he leave it doubtful when he would come. He acted very crafty indeed and invited Chawner to name the time and hour; on hearing which the girl showed so much interest as he did himself and fixed the time and hour for him. "Fetch in to tea o' Sunday, Mr. Borlase," she said. "I make father put on his black 'Sundays' of an afternoon, and I'll see he's to home."
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