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Always, after that, I never thought of Mrs Cottier without feeling her lips upon my cheek and hearing the stamp of old Greylegs as he pawed on the snow, eager for the stable just round the corner. It was very nice to get round the corner and to see the lights of the house a little way in front of us; in a minute or two we were there.
The doctor will scold. I must leave you now, Philip. Only for a little, though, while I go back to Bal lure, and I'll send up Cottier." "Yes, send up Cottier," said Philip. "My darling," said the old soul, looking down as she tied her bonnet strings. "You'll lie quiet now? You're sure you'll lie quiet? Well, good bye! good-bye!" As Philip lay alone the soar and swell of the psalm filled the room.
The cottier pauvre diable appears, I apprehend, to the farmers as a labourer, and they therefore look with anything but favour upon a scheme for raising the poor peasants above the necessity of working for them, by giving the poor a real stake in the country.
Mrs Cottier asked us if we had not heard her calling. "Yes, Mims," I said, "we did hear; but we were hidden in a secret house; we wondered if you would find us we were close to you some of the time." My aunt said Something about "giving a lot of trouble" and "being very thoughtless for others"; but we had heard similar lectures many times before and did not mind them much.
"Hors is laimd," said the curious letter. "Regret inconvenuns axept Respect from obt servt Captin Sharp." "Very sweet and to the point," said Mrs Cottier. "Is Nigger lame, then?" "Yes," I answered. "Joe says he has been kicked. You won't be able to drive him for some time." "Poor old Nigger," said Mrs Cottier, as she unwrapped the parcel. "Now, I wonder what 'Respect' Captain Sharp has sent me?"
Suddenly my aunt spoke again with a curious inflection in her voice. "How funny," she exclaimed. "What is it?" asked Mrs Cottier. "I'm almost sure I smell something burning," said my aunt "I'm sure I do. Don't you?" There was a pause of a few seconds while the two ladies sniffed the air. "Yes," said Mrs Cottier, "there is something burning. It seems to come from that gorse there."
"There's your friend in the corner. Talk to him." He left us together in the cave; an armed smuggler sat at the cave entrance, turning his quid meditatively. "Mr Cottier," I said, "do you remember Jim Jim Davis?" "Jim!" cried Mr Cottier; "Jim, how did you come here?" "By accident," I said; "and now I'm a prisoner here, like you." "Oh, Jim," he cried, "what are they going to do to me?
"What do you think? The trap's come back and here are all your parcels." It was wrapped in an old sack, probably one of those which filled the windows of the barn, for bits of straw still stuck in the threads. "Whatever have you got there, Jim?" said Mrs Cottier. "One of your parcels," I answered; "I've just taken it out of the trap." "Let me see it," she said. "There must be some mistake.
We were, however, quite certain that there were people with lights close to our stable door; we thought at first that we had better call Mrs Cottier, and then it flashed through my mind that these were the night-riders, come to return Nigger, so I told Hugh to go back to bed and forget about it.
Mainly with a view to elicit further expression of opinion, I hinted to the last and most accomplished person who put these queries to me, that it would be absurd to give the cottier absolute control over his land, and that he should have a conditional lease from the Government, the four cardinal conditions being that he should not subdivide; that he should not sublet; that he should not take in a partner; that he should cultivate some portion of the land according to a prescribed system.
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