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Clarence very nice indeed; but Horace did tease so about that day when he carried poor Amos Bell home. He said Ellen had gone and made friends with the worst of all the wicked Winslows, who had shown the white feather and disgraced his flag. No; I know you are not wicked. And Mr. Griff came all glittering, like Richard Coeur de Lion, and saved us all that night.
At any rate, Griff could not stand them, and declared that sleep was impossible when the wind was in that quarter, so that he must shift his bedroom elsewhere, though he still wished to retain the outer apartment, which he had taken pleasure in adorning with his special possessions. My mother would scarcely have tolerated such fancies in any one else, but Griff had his privileges.
He even succeeded in hunting up and hiring a side saddle when the lovers, with the masterfulness of their nature, devised appropriating the horses at all the most beautiful places, in spite of Frank's murmur, 'What will mamma say? But, as Griff said, it was a real mercy, for Ellen was infinitely more at her ease with Chancery than was Clarence.
"But I have to remain to defend poor Griff, who, I am persuaded, is a victim of circumstances," said Cornwood, who evidently intended to make it plain I was to reap the bitter fruits of my folly in the dissatisfaction of my passengers, as they might not be inclined to stay after they had made up their minds to go.
Moreover bills began to come from Oxford, not very serious, but vexing my father and raising annoyances and frets, for Griff resented their being complained of, and thought himself ill-used, going off to see his own friends whenever he was put out. One morning at breakfast, late in October, he announced that Lady Peacock was in lodgings at Clifton, and asked my mother to call on her.
"It seems to me you make a light matter of a serious assault, and your sympathy is all with the man who committed it. You call him 'poor Griff, as though he were a persecuted victim, instead of one who had raised his hand with a knife in it against one of the ship's company."
It's well known as how the curse is on the first-born. The Lady Margaret don't let none of 'em live to come after his father. Griff laughed and said, 'There, we have had enough of this; and in fact we had already moved on, so that he had to make some long steps to overtake us, muttering, 'So we've started a Meg Merrilies! My father won't keep such a foul-mouthed hag in the parish long!
For human nature is one and the same in Griff or London or Florence, as all the amplitude of the sky is mirrored in the dewdrop.
Somehow, there still remained, especially with my mother and himself, a sense of his being a failure, and an inferior substitute, although my father had long come to lean upon him, as never had been the case with our poor Griff.
He was Danish looking, broad at the loins. 'I's come back then, said the father to the son; 'leastwise, he's bin browt back, flyed ower the Griff Low. The son looked at me. He had a devil-may-care bearing, his cap on one side, his hands stuck in the front pockets of his breeches. But he said nothing. 'Shall you come in a minute, Master, said the elderly woman, to me.
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