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His covert had been found full of red herrings and strychnine, and his fox had been poisoned. He had lost his guinea on the day of the hunt, the guinea which would have been his perquisite had they found a live fox in his wood. And all this was being done by such a fellow as Goarly!
Then, without mentioning names he told the story of Lord Rufford, Goarly, and Scrobby, in such a way as partly to redeem himself with his audience. He acknowledged how absolutely he had been himself befooled, and how he had been done out of his money by misplaced sympathy. He made Mrs.
Botsey," said he, "that if Goarly were to go to you for a barrel of beer you'd sell it to him?" "I don't know whether I should or not. I dare say my people would. But that's a different thing." "I don't see any difference at all. You're not very particular as to your customers, and I don't ask you any questions about them. Ring the bell, Runciman, please."
But he would never speak to her again! As he was returning round the wood, whom should he see skulking round the corner of it but Goarly? "What business have you in here?" he said, feeling half-inclined to take the man by the neck and drag him out of the copse. "I saw you, Mr. Twentyman, and I wanted just to have a word with you." "You are the biggest rascal in all Rufford," said Larry.
"What sort of position does that man Goarly occupy here?" the Senator asked immediately after dinner. "No position at all," said Morton. "Every man created holds some position as I take it. The land is his own." "He has I believe about fifty acres." "And yet he seems to be in the lowest depth of poverty and ignorance." "Of course he mismanages his property and probably drinks." "I dare say, Mr.
Do you think I should have gone on for such a man as Goarly, a fellow without a shilling, unless he had some one like you to back him? It isn't likely. Now, Mr. Morton, I appeal to you." "I don't suppose that my friend has made himself liable for your bill because he paid you 15 pounds with the view of assisting Goarly," said Morton. "But he said that he meant to go on, Mr.
"He couldn't have done better," said Runciman, speaking from behind a long clay pipe. "All the same he was nibbling at Goarly," said Ned Botsey. "I don't know that he was nibbling at Goarly at all, Mr. Botsey," said the landlord. "Goarly came to him, and Goarly was refused. What more would you have?"
Then Lord Rufford assured him that this little affair about Goarly would make no difference in that respect. Mr. Gotobed again scrutinised the hounds and Tony Tuppett, laughed in his sleeve because a fox wasn't found in the first quarter of an hour, and after that was driven back to Bragton. The Sunday was a day of preparation for the Trefoils. Of course they didn't go to church.
He did not feel inclined to take the American Senator to the lord's house, knowing as he did that the American Senator was interfering in a ridiculous manner on behalf of Goarly. And he did not particularly wish to be present at Rufford Hall with the Trefoil ladies.
Botsey and Harry Stubbings; but he would not get into it, preferring to seat himself on the table at Botsey's right hand. "So Goarly was with you, Mr. Masters," Mr. Runciman began as soon as the attorney was seated. It was clear that they had all been talking about Goarly and his law-suit, and that Goarly and the law-suit would be talked about very generally in Dillsborough.
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