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At the close of Boots's record of this last-quoted conversation with Master Harry, came one of the drollest touches in the Reading "'Cobbs, says that boy, 'I'll tell you a secret. Pretending to make game of it, Cobbs! 'Such, sir, I says, 'is the depravity of human natur." A glance during the utterance of which words, either at the Reader himself or at his audience, was something enjoyable.
Boots leaves me to judge what the amazement of that establishment was, when these two tiny creatures all alone by themselves was marched into the Angel, much more so, when he, who had seen them without their seeing him, give the Governor his views of the expedition they was upon. "Cobbs," says the Governor, "if this is so, I must set off myself to York, and quiet their friends' minds.
I haven't got such a thing. 'Not as a grandmama, Cobbs? 'No, sir." Immediately after which, on the boy observing to his humble confidant, that he shall be so glad to go because "Norah's going," Cobbs, naturally enough, as it seemed, took occasion to remark, "You'll be all right then, sir, with your beautiful sweetheart by your side."
Walmers only says, "No, Cobbs. No, my good fellow. Thank you!" And, the door being opened, goes in. Boots goes in too, holding the light, and he sees Mr. Walmers go up to the bedside, bend gently down, and kiss the little sleeping face. "Harry, my dear boy! Harry!" Master Harry starts up and looks at him. Looks at Cobbs too.
"Then, Cobbs," says he, "you shall be our Head Gardener when we are married." And he tucks her, in her little sky-blue mantle, under his arm, and walks away. Boots could assure me that it was better than a picter, and equal to a play, to see them babies, with their long, bright, curling hair, their sparkling eyes, and their beautiful light tread, a-rambling about the garden, deep in love.
After breakfast Boots is inclined to consider they drawed soldiers at least he knows that many such was found in the fireplace, all on horseback. In the course of the morning Master Harry rang the bell it was surprising how that there boy did carry on and said, in a sprightly way, "Cobbs, is there any good walks in this neighborhood?" "Yes, sir," says Cobbs. "There's Love Lane."
Within the last ten days I have called twice upon the Cobbs, urged no doubt by an extravagant readiness to find them all that I feared they were not. How exquisite in life is the art of not seeing many things, and of forgetting many that have been seen! They received me as though nothing unpleasant had happened. Nor did the elder daughter betray that we had met.
She had tears upon her face, and was lying, very tired and half asleep, with her head upon his shoulder. "Mrs. Harry Walmers, Junior, fatigued, sir?" says Cobbs. "Yes, she is tired, Cobbs; but she is not used to be away from home, and she has been in low spirits again. Cobbs, do you think you could bring a biffin, please?" "I ask your pardon, sir," says Cobbs. "What was it you "
When she came downstairs this morning it seemed to me she'd grown old in the night. If you follow my advice, which you seldom do, you'll let me take her and Emma Jane down beside the river to-morrow afternoon and bring Emma Jane home to a good Sunday supper. Then if you'll let her go to Milltown with the Cobbs on Wednesday, that'll hearten her up a little and coax back her appetite.
After breakfast, Boots is inclined to consider that they drawed soldiers, at least, he knows that many such was found in the fire-place, all on horseback. In the course of the morning, Master Harry rang the bell, it was surprising how that there boy did carry on, and said, in a sprightly way, "Cobbs, is there any good walks in this neighbourhood?" "Yes, sir," says Cobbs. "There's Love Lane."
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