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"They tell me Mart Tinman's in the house," Van Diemen roared to Herbert. He listened to further information, and bellowed: "There's no boat!" Herbert answered: "It must be a mistake, I think; here's Crickledon says he had a warning before dawn and managed to move most of his things, and the people over there must have been awakened by the row in time to get off."
It should here be observed that he was by birth the superior of Annette's parentage, and such is the sentiment of a better blood that the flattery of her warm touch was needed for him to overlook the distinction. Two of his visits to Crikswich resulted simply in interviews and conversations with Mrs. Crickledon. Van Diemen and his daughter were in London with Tinman and Mrs.
And as Crickledon said, it was odd. But it was always a pleasure to cook for him. Mrs. Crickledon could not abide cooking for a mean eater. And when Crickledon said he had never seen an acorn, he might have seen one had he looked about him in the great park, under the oaks, on the day when he came to be married. "Then it's a standing compliment to you, Mrs.
But see what quaint creatures we have about us! Tinman practicing in his Court suit before the chiwal-glass! And that good fellow, the carpenter, Crickledon, who has lived with the sea fronting him all his life, and has never been in a boat, and he confesses he has only once gone inland, and has never seen an acorn!" "I wish I could see one of a real English oak," said Annette.
"I think I will," said the other, and turned back abruptly. "How long do you work in the day?" "Generally, all the hours of light," Crickledon replied; "and always up to supper-time." "You're healthy and happy?" "Nothing to complain of." "Good appetite?" "Pretty regular." "You never take a holiday?" "Except Sundays." "You'd like to be working then?" "I won't say that."
Tinman from the lips of Mrs. Crickledon. He subsequently strolled to the carpenter's shop, and endeavoured to get a confirmation of it. "My wife talks too much," said Crickledon. When questioned by a gentleman, however, he was naturally bound to answer to the extent of his knowledge. "What a funny old country it is!" Mr. Fellingham said to Annette, on their walk to the beach.
Tinman from the lips of Mrs. Crickledon. He subsequently strolled to the carpenter's shop, and endeavoured to get a confirmation of it. "My wife talks too much," said Crickledon. When questioned by a gentleman, however, he was naturally bound to answer to the extent of his knowledge. "What a funny old country it is!" Mr. Fellingham said to Annette, on their walk to the beach.
Crickledon, that he did not," said Herbert. He remarked with the sententiousness of enforced philosophy, that no wine was better than bad wine. Mrs. Crickledon spoke of a bottle left by her summer lodgers, who had indeed left two, calling the wine invalid's wine; and she and her husband had opened one on the anniversary of their marriage day in October.
Crickledon touched her arm and implored her: "Interfere not with men, but let them follow their judgements when it's seasons of mighty peril, my dear. If any one's guilty it's me, for minding my husband of a boat that was launched for a life-boat here, and wouldn't answer, and is at the shed by the Crouch left lying there, I've often said, as if it was a-sulking. My goodness!"
I daresay we shall see, enough of one another," said Van Diemen. And almost before the creak of Tinman's heels was deadened on the road outside the shop, he put the funny question to Crickledon, "Do you box?" "I make 'em," Crickledon replied. "Because I should like to have a go in at something, my friend." Van Diemen stretched and yawned. Crickledon recommended the taking of a walk.
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