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"There is not a shadow of proof that he had anything to do with the robbery, Dawney, but he will have difficulty in proving that he did not afterwards abet them. It is serious enough as it is, and I am terribly grieved for his father's sake." "Yes, sir; I have always heard him spoken of as a kind gentleman, and one who took a lot of trouble whenever anyone was sick.
Greta had crept in unobserved; and sat curled in a corner, with Scruff in her arms, rocking slightly to and fro. When Christian passed, she caught her skirt, and whispered: "It is your birthday, Chris!" Mr. Treffry stirred. "What's that? Thunder? it's cooler. Where am I? Chris!" Dawney signed for her to take his place. "Chris!" Mr. Treffry said. "It's near now."
Dawney left, escorting Cousin Teresa, and Harz strode home humming The Blue Danube, still feeling Christian's waist against his arm. In their room the two girls sat long at the window to cool themselves before undressing. "Ah!" sighed Greta, "this is the happiest birthday I have had." Cristian too thought: 'I have never been so happy in my life as I have been to-day.
But this is a very vulgar business. She goes off; leaves everything -without a word; and B -is very fond of her. These things are not done!" the starched bosom of his shirt seemed swollen by indignation. Mr. Treffry, with a heavy hand on the table, eyed him sideways. Dawney said slowly: "B -is a beast; I'm sorry for the poor woman; but what can she do alone?"
"He is brave," said Dawney; "we must all be brave, you know. You too!" "Brave?" repeated Greta; "what is it to be brave? If it is not to cry and make a fuss that I can do. But if it is not to be sad in here," she touched her breast, "that I cannot do, and it shall not be any good for me to try." "To be brave is to hope; don't give up hope, dear."
Dawney threw up his head as if to shake off this impeachment; the curve of his chin thus displayed was imposing in its fulness; altogether he was imposing, having an air of capability.
"Ah, you don't love your work." Dawney answered slowly: "Never so happy as when my hands are full. But I want to make money, to get known, to have a good time, good cigars, good wine. I hate discomfort. No, my boy, I must work it on the usual lines; I don't like it, but I must lump it. One starts in life with some notion of the ideal it's gone by the board with me.
"Well, I fancy I have got your two highwaymen safe, Dawney." "You have, sir?" the constable said in astonishment. "Yes. I happened to be at the Rectory. Mr. Bastow had had a quarrel with his son, and had forbidden him the house." The constable shook his head. "I am afraid he is a very bad one, that young chap." "I am afraid he is, Dawney.
Harz answered slyly; "the Fates outwitted me, it seems." "Serve you right," said Dawney, "for your confounded egoism! Wait here till I come out, I shan't be many minutes." But Harz went on his way. A cart drawn by cream-coloured oxen was passing slowly towards the bridge.
Harz looked at Christian; the colour had deepened in her face. "I'll show you how they dance in my village, feet upon the ceiling!" And running to Dawney, he said: "Hold me here! Lift me so! Now, on two," he tried to swing his feet above his head, but, with an "Ouch!" from Dawney, they collapsed, and sat abruptly on the floor. This untimely event brought the evening to an end.
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