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"She knows I shan't keep out of it, and that's enough. If she wants me which she won't she can get at me through Victor or one of them. But that won't happen. Don't you worry yourself as to that, my good Crowther! I know jolly well what I'm doing. Don't you see it's the chance of my life? Do you think I'm going to miss it, what?" "I think you're going to break her heart," Crowther said gravely.
Crowther excused himself at length and rose to take his leave, whereupon Sir Beverley very abruptly, and to his grandson's surprise and gratification, invited him to dine with them that night. Piers at once seconded the invitation, and Crowther without haste or hesitation accepted it. Then, square and purposeful, he went away. "A white man!" murmured Piers half to himself.
"I didn't know," she observed simply, as she handed him his cup. "Well, you know now," he rejoined with an irritable frown. "Hurry up, Crowther! I want you to come and see the crops." Avery was literally amazed by his manner. He had never been so frankly and unjustifiably rude to her before.
He wanted to arrange to meet me in town one day; but he is still too busy to fix a date. He is studying very hard." "What's his name?" said Piers. "Crowther Edmund Crowther. He has been a farmer for years in Queensland." Avery, paused a moment. "It was he who broke the news to me of my husband's death," she said, in a low voice. "I told you about that, Piers." "You did," said Piers.
"Is there any other way of putting it? I killed the man intentionally. I told you so at the time. The fellow who taught me the trick warned me that it would almost certainly be fatal to a heavy man taken unawares. Why, he himself is now doing five years' penal servitude for the very same thing. Oh, I'm not a humbug, Crowther. I bolted from the consequences. You made me bolt.
The Vicarage children and their mother are the greatest friends I have." Avery spoke with warmth. "The children are having tea down in one of the cornfields now. We must go and see them presently. You are fond of children, I know." "I sort of love them," said Crowther with his slow, kind smile. "Ah, Piers, my lad, are you trying to steal a march on us? Did you think I didn't know?"
What of that love now Love the Invincible that should have shattered the gates of the prison-house and led him forth in triumph? Reaching town, she drove straight to Crowther's rooms. But she was met with disappointment. Crowther was out. He would be back in the evening, she was told, but probably not before.
"Now you mark well what I say to you! This thing stays right here among us. If I hear of one yip comin' from you about the way I've been done, I'll come round to your place and chop you into mince-meat and feed you to that animile there!" "Oh, I'm ashamed enough for you so that I won't ever open my mouth," cried Mr. Crowther. He went out through the gate, dragging his sulky captive.
"He is with that girl, I suppose; or, if Lugur is at home, he is watching the house she lives in." "He is very much in love. We must make the best of it. I thought he was in love with Polly Crowther but it seems not. There is a little difference between the two girls." "There is a big difference between them, and it is all in favor of Polly Crowther."
At the very time Miss Crowther was with me, as nearly as I can guess, Old Rogers turned into Thomas Weir's workshop. The usual, on the present occasion somewhat melancholy, greetings having passed between them, Old Rogers said "Don't you think, Mr Weir, there's summat the matter wi' parson?" "Overworked," returned Weir.
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