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Updated: June 10, 2025
Many cats, as Dickie noted, meditated in sunny corners, or prowled in the open with truly official composure. Over all stretched a square of bluest sky, crossed by a skein of homeward-wending rooks. While above the roofs, on either side the archway, the high-lying lands of the park showed up, broken, here and there, by clumps of trees. Mr. Chifney slipped out of the saddle.
"She loved him" he being a smart young fellow, who, with excellent recommendations from Chifney, had left the Brockhurst stables some two years before, to take service in Westchurch. "And he always spoke her fair. Had told her he'd marry her right enough, after a bit before God he would. But it would ruin his chance of first-class places if he married yet.
Her transparent sincerity, her superb chastity he could call it by no other word of manner and movement, even of outline the slight angularity of strong muscle as opposed to soft roundness of cushioned flesh these arrested and impressed him. "I had Chifney up from the stables this afternoon and made my peace with him," he said.
And, by insensible degrees, permitted Honoria to return to many of her former avocations in connection with the estate, so that the young lady took over much of the outdoor business, riding forth almost daily, by herself or in company with Julius March, to superintend matters of building or repairing, of road-mending, hedging, copsing, or forestry, and not infrequently cheering Chifney a somewhat sour-minded man just now and prickly-tempered, since Richard asked no word of him or of his horses by visits to the racing stables.
Richard looked on feeling, not pity, but only irritation, finally amounting to anger. The child's whole aspect and the sniveling sounds he made were so hatefully ugly. It disgusted him. "Here Chifney, leave that fellow at home," he said. "He's no good." "He's malingering, Sir Richard. I know his sort. Give in to him now and we shall have the same game, and worse, over again to-morrow."
"Yes, yes," Dickie stammered, all his soul in his eyes, his cheeks aflame, "you can do just what I want most. Take me down, Chifney, and show me the horses." Here Chaplin coughed discreetly behind his hand. But that proved of small avail, save possibly in the way of provocation. For socially between the racing and house stables was a great gulf fixed; and Mr.
Chifney will take over the whole management of them. You can trust him implicitly. And that is you, Roger, isn't it? you'll keep an eye on things, won't you, so that Kitty shall have no bother? I should like to know nothing was changed at the stables. They've been a great hobby of mine, and if if the baby is a boy, he may take after me and care for them. Make him ride straight, Roger.
But better late than never, you know; and so, if you are free to come " Again Chaplin coughed. "Free to come? Of course I am free to come," Dickie asserted, his pride touched to arrogance. And Mr. Chifney looked at him, an approving twinkle in his sound eye. "I agree, Sir Richard. Quite right, sir, you're free, of course." Stolen waters are sweet, says the proverb.
Action of the Chifney bit. The loose eye. The noseband. The horse’s defence against the bit by the tongue. Effect of the porte against this defence. Defence by the lip. Defence by the teeth. Bar of the military and driving bit. Martingale. Danger does not result from power.
But I'll ask you not to go in among the brood-mares and foals unless Chifney is with you. They may be a bit savage and shy, and it is not altogether safe for a lady." He stretched out his hand, taking Lady Calmady's hand for a moment. "Dear mother, you look tired. You'll have to put up with Grimshott. The weather's not going to let us off. Go and rest till we start."
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