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And then, repenting of the bitterness of her speech, she added: "Really there is not more work than I can manage, with Julius to help me at times. Iles is a good servant if a little tediously pompous, and Chifney must see to the stables." Lady Calmady paused, and her face grew hard.
Later, when he was older, but this tried Katherine somewhat, reminding her too keenly of another Richard Calmady and days long dead, Winter, a trifle reluctant at such shortening of his own virtuous slumbers, would call Dickie and dress him, all in the gray of the summer morning; while, at the little arched doorway in the west front, Chifney and a groom with a led horse would await his coming, and the boy would mount and ride away from the great, sleeping house.
On such an animal the standing martingale is valuable, because it makes him keep his head in a proper position. A great deal of sound sense has been written by different horsemen on the subject of "hands." Sam Chifney tells us to use the reins as if they were silken threads which any sharp pull would break, and Mr.
"For we'll make a thorough-paced sportsman of you yet, Sir Richard," he said, "God bless you danged if we don't." Which assertion Mr. Chifney repeated at frequent intervals over his grog that evening, as he sat, not in the smart dining-room hung round with portraits of Vinedresser and Sahara and other equine notabilities, but in the snug, little, back parlour looking out on to the yard. Mrs.
A Chifney bit, as it pivots on the mouthpiece, avoids this; its action is quite independent of the headstall, and is precisely on the parts where it is originally placed.
Chifney, mindful of his charge, hurried Dickie into a greatcoat, buttoned it carefully round him, offered to drive, almost insisted on doing so. But the boy refused curtly. He welcomed the stinging rain, the swirling wind, the swift glare of lightning, the ache and strain of holding the pulling horses. The violence of it all heated his blood as with the stern passion of battle.
Chifney. "I don't know whose eyes they are, but I know he can use 'em. It was as pretty as a picture to see how he took it all." Chifney tossed off the remainder of his tumbler of brandy and water at a gulp. "Swear," he repeated, "I could find it in my heart to swear like hell. But I can find it in my heart to do more than that. I can forgive her ladyship. By all that's "
Of course it won't be easy at first, but I don't care about that. And Chifney would teach me. I know he would. He said the other day he'd make a sportsman of me yet." "When did you talk with Chifney?" Lady Calmady spoke very quietly, but there was that in her tone which came near frightening the boy. It required all his daring to answer honestly and at once.
"I talked to him the day Aunt Ella and Helen were here. I I went down to the stables with him and saw all the horses." "Then either you or he did very wrong," Lady Calmady remarked. "It was my fault, mother, all my fault. Chifney would have ridden on, but I stopped him. Chaplin tried to prevent me. I I told him to mind his own business. I meant to go.
I should want just that myself, shall want it, when it comes to the last. He whimpered when Chifney carried him back into the Gun-Room." Honoria turned her head and looked Lady Calmady in the face. Her own was more than commonly white and very gentle in expression. "He died in the gray of the morning, with his great head on my lap.
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