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Blanchard, grasping it without a word, passed unsteadily across the farmyard. She fumbled at the lock, and dropped the key once, but picked it up quickly before Will could reach her, then she unfastened the door and entered. Jon Grimbal's desires toward Blanchard lay dormant, and the usual interests of life filled his mind.
He kicked here and there with his heavy boots; then abandoned the search and proceeded to Monks Barton. Into the presence of the miller he thundered, and for a time said nothing of the conflict from which he had come. The scene needs no special narration. Vain words and wishes, oaths and curses, filled John Grimbal's mouth.
He departed hastily to where a distant galaxy of fiery eyes twinkled and tangled and moved this way and that, like the dying sparks on a piece of burnt paper. Then the patient grey shadow, rewarded by chance at last, found his opportunity, slipped into the hedge just above Grimbal's sweetheart, and spoke to her. "Phoebe, Phoebe Lyddon!"
He'll come down. But I'm sore puzzled to knaw what this means, for awnly last night I heard tell from Jan Grimbal's awn lips that he'd chaanged his mind about a private matter bearin' on this." "I want the man, anyways, an' I be gwaine to have un," declared Inspector Chown. He brought a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and gave them to the constable.
And it was this determination that presently led to a violent breach between the young man and his elder. John waited upon Mr. Ford, at Mrs. Blanchard's cottage, where he had first lodged with his brother on their return from abroad, and found the lawyer exceedingly pleasant when he learned the object of Grimbal's visit.
Now he was carried out of himself, and spoke upon a joyous inclination of the moment. "Marnin' to 'e, Jan Grimbal! Glad to hear tell as your greyhound winned the cup down to Newton coursing." The other was surprised into a sort of grunt; then, as Will moved rapidly out of earshot, Grimbal's companion addressed him.
Her mind, however, ranged actively upon the reason of Grimbal's sudden appearance, and she did not at first believe it accidental. "Why, my dear, what is this? You have wandered far afield!" He addressed her in unnatural tones, for surprise and emotion sent his voice up into his head, and it came thin and tremulous as a woman's. Even as he spoke Martin feared.
Those distractions open to a man of Grimbal's calibre presently blunted the edge of his loss, and successful developments of business also served to occupy him during the visit he paid to Africa; but no interests as yet had arisen to obscure or dull his hatred of Will Blanchard.
It's awfully kind of you to let me come here and thump away on yours." "We enjoy having you, so use it whenever you like. It's always absolutely at your disposal." Morland was not the only one of the party who was amusing his leisure hours. Bevis also had hobbies. He had taken up photography, had turned an attic at Grimbal's Farm into a dark room, and was trying many experiments.
When the meal was over, Mavis went out to take a peep at the sea, or rather where the sea ought to be, for there was nothing to look at but a white wall of mist, long wreaths of which were blowing inland and trailing like ghosts into the town. She came hurrying back very quickly to Grimbal's Farm, and sought the kitchen. "Mrs. Penruddock, please, may I borrow your big dinner-bell?" she asked.
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