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Updated: June 6, 2025
She did not dream of being on the giddy ridge of the passive or negative sentiment of love, where one step to the wrong side precipitates us into the state of repulsion. Her eyes were lively at their meeting so were his. She liked to see him on the steps, with young Crossjay under his arm.
"Did you so very much wish it, Crossjay?" "I should have seen a lot of you, and I sha'n't see you at all, and I'm sure if I'd known I wouldn't have And he has been and tipped me this." Crossjay opened his fist in which lay three gold pieces. "That was very kind of him," said Clara. "Yes, but how can I keep it?" "By handing it to Mr. Whitford to keep for you."
The lodge-keeper had a son, who was a chum of Master Crossjay's, and errant-fellow with him upon many adventures; for this boy's passion was to become a gamekeeper, and accompanied by one of the head-gamekeeper's youngsters, he and Crossjay were in the habit of rangeing over the country, preparing for a profession delightful to the tastes of all three.
I'm coming with Miss Dale this evening to stay at the Hall and be looked after, instead of stopping with her cousin who takes care of her father. Perhaps you and I'll play chess at night." "At night you will go to bed, Crossjay." "Not if I have Sir Willoughby to catch hold of. He says I'm an authority on birds' eggs. I can manage rabbits and poultry. Isn't a farmer a happy man?
He understood his position in the house, and though he could have gone fast to sleep on the stairs, he took a steady aim at his room and gained the door cat-like. The door resisted. He was appalled and unstrung in a minute. The door was locked. Crossjay felt as if he were in the presence of Sir Willoughby. He fled on ricketty legs, and had a fall and bumps down half a dozen stairs.
"The truth is not likely to offend you or me either," he murmured to her. "I wish him never, never, on any excuse, to speak anything else." "I always did think her a Beauty," Crossjay growled. He hated the having to say it. "There!" exclaimed Sir Willoughby, and bent, extending an arm to her. "You have not suffered from the truth, my Clara!"
That was the gist of the letter. A second, less voracious, glance at it along the road brought sweetness: Lucy wrote: "Do I love you as I did? my best friend, you must fall into unhappiness to have the answer to that." Clara broke a silence. "Yes, dear Crossjay, and if you like you shall have another walk with me after breakfast. But, remember, you must not say where you have gone with me.
He was of a morality to reprobate the erring dame while he enjoyed the incidents. He could not help interrupting De Craye to point at Vernon through the window, striding this way and that, evidently on the hunt for young Crossjay.
They raced along Aspenwell Common to the ford; shallow, to the chagrin of young Crossjay, between whom and themselves they left a fitting space for his rapture in leading his pony to splash up and down, lord of the stream. Swiftness of motion so strikes the blood on the brain that our thoughts are lightnings, the heart is master of them.
"You see, my love, if he puts Crossjay on me, he will be off.
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