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The two girls had been intensely anxious for the marriage, wishing to have Larry for a brother, looking forward with delight to their share in the unrestricted plenteousness of Chowton Farm, longing to be allowed to consider themselves at home among the ricks and barns and wide fields; but at this moment things had become so tragic that they were cowed and unhappy, not that Mary should still refuse Larry Twentyman, but that she should be going away for so long a time.
Less than a mile brought them to the gate and road leading up to Chowton Farm. They passed close by Larry Twentyman's door, and not a few, though it was not yet more than half-past eleven, stopped to have a glass of Larry's beer. When the hounds were in the neighbourhood Larry's beer was always ready.
And she almost embraced him as she begged for his promise. "I know you would wish to spare me pain. Think what will be my sufferings if I hear that you have really gone from Chowton. You will promise me, Larry?" "Promise what?" "That the farm shall not be sold for twelve months" "Oh yes; I'll promise. I don't care for the farm." "And stay there if you can. Don't leave the place to strangers.
And now, Larry, if I have ever treated you badly, say that you pardon me." "If I had known it " he said. "How could I tell you, till he had spoken? And yet I knew it myself! It has been so, oh, ever so long! What could I do? You will say that you will forgive me." "Yes; I will say that." "And you will not go away from Chowton?" "Oh, no!
"What should I do with Chowton Farm? I shall probably be in my grave before the slow lawyer would have executed the deeds." And I in mine, thought he to himself, before the present owner has quite made up his mind to part with his land. "What would a little place like that do for me? But in my father-in-law's time it was part of the Bragton property.
Morton said much more to him, walking with him to the gate of Chowton Farm. He assured him that the young lady might yet be won. He had only, Morton said, to plead his case to her as well as he had pleaded up at Bragton and he thought that she would be won. "I couldn't speak out free to her, not if it was to save the whole place," said the unfortunate lover. But Morton still continued his advice.
The entrance to Chowton Farm and Bragton gate were nearly opposite, the latter being perhaps a furlong nearer to Dillsborough. The attorney when he got to the gate stopped a moment and looked up the avenue with pardonable pride.
This took place on the day before his proposition for the sale of Chowton Farm. When he got the attorney into the churchyard he took out Mary's letter and in speechless agony handed it to the attorney. "I saw it before it went," said Masters putting it back with his hand: "I suppose she means it?" asked Larry. "I can't say to you but what she does, Twentyman.
I shall sell Chowton and go away. You tell me I have my horses and my pleasures! What pleasures? I know nothing of my horses, not whether they are lame or sound. I could not tell you of one of them whether he is fit to go to-morrow. Business! The place may farm itself for me, for I can't stay there. Everything sickens me to look at it. Pleasures indeed!" "Is that manly, Larry?"
I suppose there's no chance of his taking a wife home to Chowton with him?" The attorney shook his head. "That'd be the making of him, Mr. Masters; a good girl like that who'd keep him at home. If he takes it to heart he'll burst out somewhere and spend a lot of money." The attorney declined Mr.
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