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Skag was made to feel as much at home as the evidently much-loved Cadman; not by word or gesture, but by a kindly atmosphere about everything. He met a slender lad of twelve years, presented to him by Dickson Sahib as "My son Horace," whose clear grey eyes attracted him much. After dinner Cadman told the story of Dhoop Ki Dhil. There was perfect silence for minutes when he finished.
Upon his return from the interview to his accustomed seat he was evidently much confused and agitated. Being spoken to by Mr. Dickson he found it impossible to conceal his agitation, but told his interlocutor, to that gentleman's great astonishment, that he must vote for the Bill.
During this time Dickson had been speeding up the hill, shouting and yelling the good news at the top of his voice as he ran. Suddenly the boys saw the door of the cabin thrown open, and a woman rush out and run madly down the rough trail toward the miner, her long unconfined hair streaming out behind her. "Whoop! I've struck it!
A bachelor friend of the steward's, Mr. Dickson by name, who was somewhat of a chatterer plenus rimarum and who boasted of an endless string of acquaintances, had come over from Casterbridge the preceding day by invitation an invitation which had been a pleasant surprise to Dickson himself, insomuch that Manston, as a rule, voted him a bore almost to his face.
You must excuse this hasty scrawl, as it is only meant to let you know that I am still alive and going forward in my journey. Please to let Mrs. Dickson know that I am well." To Mrs. Park, Badoo, 29th May, 1805. "I am happy to inform you that we are half through our journey without the smallest accident or unpleasant circumstance.
"Mistress, you're my auntie," Dickson informed Mrs. Morran as she set the porridge on the table. "This gentleman has just been telling the man at the inn that you're my Auntie Phemie." For a second their hostess looked bewildered. Then the corners of her prim mouth moved upwards in a slow smile. "I see," she said. "Weel, maybe it was weel done.
Hulbert, and inquire if it be true that young Dickson, the lawyer, is really engaged to Aspasia Tubbs or not? and borrow a skimmer, or a tin pot, or any thing you can carry, for we may want something of the sort in the course of the day. I do believe, Jenny, that a worse creature than myself is hardly to be found in Templeton."
An immense exhilaration seized him, and I am certain that if at that moment the serried ranks of Bolshevy had appeared in the doorway, Dickson would have hurled himself upon them with a joyful shout. Cousin Eugenie was earnestly eating chocolates, but Saskia had other business. "You will hold the house?" she asked. "Please God, yes," said Heritage. "I look at it this way.
At that moment Dickson appeared in the circle of light made by the camp-fire. "All the horses are safe," he said. "Nothing appears to be missing. What does all this excitement mean? I saw nothing, heard nothing, until the shooting and yelling began " He stopped abruptly and glanced swiftly around. "Mollie! Where's Mollie?" and he sprang toward the tent. "Gosh! I plumb forgot th' Leetle Woman!
Then, as Galt followed him into the hall, he looked back and spoke again. "Until to-morrow," he said, and went out. Galt delivered the message to Dickson and walked uptown to Webb's house, where he expected to find him. He had not lunched, and he remembered suddenly that Nicholas had also gone hungry; but the thought brought a smile as he rang Webb's bell.
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