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"Why, it's Ferdy!" she cried, "and he's trying to turn his back on me. Oh, my dear boy, whatever do you look like that for?" He shook hands with her quite civilly, and made some excuse about the show and his not feeling very funny about it. She had another girl with her, and her brother, Jerome Hubbard, the "whip" who used to drive with Mr. Fownes.
The man shrugged his shoulders. "'T is not mine, nor is it aught to me," he said, and passing the girl, walked to the house. At the evening meal the farm hands and negro house-servants remarked in Fownes not merely his customary unsocial silence, but an abstraction more obvious than usual.
Once peace and law are come again, this same scalawag Brereton, or Fownes, or whatever he will then be, must return to my service and fulfil his bond, with a penalty of double time to boot. Proud ye'd be to see your spouse ordered to field or stable work every morning by my overseer!"
"And where got ye the colours?" "When I went to Princeton with the shoats I found Mr. Peale painting Dr. Witherspoon, and he gave me the paints and the ivory." "Ye'll say I suppose too that ye wrote this," demanded the squire, indicating the letter. "I'll not deny it." "Though ye could not sign the covenant?" Fownes once more shrugged his shoulders. "'T is a fool would sign a bond," he asserted.
At the hotel in Gloversville the proprietress assured us that "an English duke" had just left who told her that he preferred her hotel to the Biltmore in New York. We rather wondered about this English duke, but we looked him up on the register and found that he was Sir H. Urnick of Fownes Brothers, the glove manufacturers, who have a factory in Gloversville.
Deane, which I shall do for him. Thence by and by after a little talk I to the yard, and spoke with some of the officers, but staid but little, and the new clerk of the 'Chequer, Fownes, did walk to Redriffe back with me. Batters is going already to be married to him, that is now the Captain of her husband's ship. She seemed the most passionate mourner in the world.
"'T is a sorry calling yours would be if many kept to that," replied Fownes, with a suggestion of contempt. Evatt bit his lip, and then forced a smile. "The old saying runs that three could keep a secret if two were but dead." Charles smiled. "My two will never trouble me," he said meaningly, "so save your time and breath." "Hadst best not be so sure," retorted Evatt, in evident irritation.
Fownes, he said that if 't were n't better sport ter catch rabbits, he'd mightily enjoy chasm' the whole company of Invincibles with five grenadiers of the guard, an' Bagby he sassed back by sayin' that Charles need n't be so darned cocky, for he'd run from the regulars hisself, an' then your man tells Joe ter give his red rag a holiday by talkin' about what he know'd of, for then he'd have ter be silent, an' then the captain says he was a liar, and Charles knocks him down, an' stood over him and made him take it back.
"'T would set the quidnuncs discussing to which of the Greek goddesses they belonged," remarked Fownes. Then he was sorry he had said it, for Miss Meredith promptly unrolled her sleeves; not because in her secret heart she did not like the speech, but because of a consciousness that Charles was noticing what the Greek goddesses generally lack.
Cauldwell writes me that ye don't know much about horses or gardening, but he thinks ye have parts and can pick it up quickly." Still keeping his eyes on Miss Meredith, Fownes nodded his head, with a short, quick jerk, far from respectful. "But he also says ye are a surly, hot-tempered fellow, who may need a touch of a whip now and again."
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