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But Peter, the goody's third husband, sees him on the road, and recognising his own horse and cart, hastens home to his wife, and asks why a stranger has gone off with his property. She explains the whole affair, upon which he mounts a horse and gallops away after the rogue who had thus taken advantage of his wife's simplicity.
"Because then that clergyman would never have heard of it, and set you wanting to go. But we shall see. We shall see. You must go home now, my dear, for you don't seem very well, and I'll see what can be done for you. Don't wait for me. I've got to break a few of old Goody's toys; she's thinking too much of her new stock. Two or three will do. There! go now."
Just peering above the horizon could be seen the dark outlines of Goody's Bluff, fifteen miles away, and if Cummings could but reach its shadow he was safe, even from the posse which was pursuing him, for he would then be in the Indian Territory.
Ned hated deceit with the vigorous hatred of an outspoken, truthful nature. He wriggled mentally, full of guilty discomfort, as he watched Theo's straight, slim figure rapidly stepping round to the Bunk, and told himself ashamedly that he had wilfully deceived the 'young miss' who was always so kind, so civil-spoken, to himself. 'Ned! Ned, my lad! called out Goody's cracked voice from within.
Kenneth could be very amusing when he liked, and he certainly brought a fresh element into our quiet life. He asked me to play on my violin after dinner, and when I had finished he turned to Miss Rayner and said, 'That is Goody's strong forte that instrument of hers. She could charm a man's soul away by some of her strains! And then he took his leave.
'Whatever's ado that 'ee don't come to supper? The taters is coolin'. 'All right, granny! I be turnin' over the nets, that's all. Goody's ears her sharpest sense was hearing detected the heaviness in Ned's voice. 'What's come to 'ee, Ned, so suddent? she asked anxiously, as she heaped a plate with potatoes, and poured out a mug of butter-milk.
You know what I mean. Yes, Ned could give Muster Alick five minutes before he sped home to Goody's for a warm meal, and likewise a bit of sleep; for the boy was stiff, as well as starving, after his long, chill night on the water. 'I only wanted to say, Alick hastily announced, 'that I'm game to go with Jerry Blunt to-morrow morning, if you will let me know the hour you mean to set off.
Yet her engaging face, being an open as well as a perceptive one, was not without her husband's latent smile. 'Mrs Boffin wishes to adopt a little boy, my dear. Mrs Milvey, looking rather alarmed, her husband added: 'An orphan, my dear. 'Oh! said Mrs Milvey, reassured for her own little boys. 'And I was thinking, Margaretta, that perhaps old Mrs Goody's grandchild might answer the purpose.
In poetry slang of every kind is to be avoided. There is a rustic Cockneyism, as little pleasing as ours of London. Transplant Arcadia to Helpstone. The true rustic style I think is to be found in Shenstone. Would his "School-mistress," the prettiest of poems, have been better if he had used quite the Goody's own language?
Now this Goody's third husband was a little way off in a field ploughing, and when he saw a strange man driving off from the farm with his horse and cart, he went home and asked his wife who that was that had just started with the black horse.
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