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I was very glad to accept his proposal, for I did not at all fancy having to go home all dripping, to be laughed at by my brothers, and to get a scolding from Aunt Deb into the bargain, for I knew she would say it was all my own fault, and that if I had not been prying into the swan's nest, the bird would not have attacked me.
At them to my great content all the afternoon till supper, and after supper with my wife, W. Hewer and Deb. pretty merry till 12 at night, and then to bed. 13th. Up, and Mr. Gibbs comes to me, and I give him instructions about the writing fair my Tangier accounts against to-morrow.
He asked if I'd not like to marry, and said there was the half of the house; but I told him I'd rather be excused. I might get a wife, you know, Lionel, who'd be for grumbling at me all day, as my mother does. Now, if you and Sibylla would come there, the matter as to your future would be at rest. I'd divide what I get between you and Miss Deb.
"Don't let Deb keep you with her chatter, come ben, my woman, as my poor Fergus would have said." The voice was peculiarly youthful and melodious, the timbre exquisite in modulation and volume, but the face belonged to a woman aged more by pain and trouble than years.
He made signs that he wanted Claud sent for, and when the young man quickly came, looked significant things at him and Deb, as they stood by his bedside hand in hand. Then he lapsed into stupor and died, without waiting for a third stroke. Through all the shock and sorrow of the time, Claud was Deborah's mainstay and consolation.
"And Jacqueline," continued Deb, in a stifled little voice, "Jacqueline wrote me a letter and said not to come this year if Uncle Dick and Uncle Edward wanted me at home. She told me I must always obey and love them just as if I didn't anyhow. She said she loved me more than most anything, but I don't think that is loving me to think I'd better not come to Roselands.
"The ladies at Chalk Cottage," assented Jan. "If I saw all these bottles go to smithereens, through Cheese stowing gunpowder in his trousers' pockets, I might go into a passion too, Miss Deb." "But, Mr. Jan this is not what's being said in Deerham?" "Law, if you go by all that's said in Deerham, you'll have enough to do," cried Jan. "One says one thing and one says another.
Sydney was the port of arrival, and here Deb divined on the part of her husband a desire to be left in peace to recruit after laborious travelling in the care of his devoted and accomplished man while she went forward to "get the fuss over". Those sisters were the shadows upon his now sunny path, although he did not say so; he wanted to get to Redford without having to kiss them and talk to their offensive men-folk on the way.
Could any woman wish for a better home?" she asked again and again, unable to restrain herself. And Deb, with a few secret reservations, said "Yes" and "No" with kindly warmth, thinking to herself: "Happy child, to be satisfied so easily! How much happier than we who want the moon!"
Miss Deb, she never kept my bacon warm, or anything; and somebody had eaten the meat out of the veal pie when I got back. Jan will have those horrid poor here twice a week, and if I speak against it, he tells me to hold my tongue." "But is Mr. Jan not back yet from Hook's?" "No, sir, he's not," was the resentful response.
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