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Yet, when Holdfast had done, Simmons was observed to look at Grotait, though he replied to the other. "If you was a Hillsbro' man, you'd know we tell on dead folk, but not on quick. I told on Ned Simmons, because he was as good as dead; but to tell on Trade, that's different."
Little, would not the best way be for YOU just to stop it quietly and peaceably out of their pay, and send it to Grotait?" Little, after a moment's reflection, said he had no legal right to do that. Besides, it was not his business to work the Saw-grinders' Union for Grotait. "Who is this Mary Anne?" "The saw-grinders, to be sure." "What, all of them? Poor Mary Anne!"
Grotait came all in a hurry, but Holdfast was there before him, and was actually exhorting Simmons to do a good action in his last moments, and reveal those greater culprits who had employed him, when Grotait, ill at ease, walked in, sat down at the foot of the bed, and fixed his eye on Simmons. Simmons caught sight of him and stared, but said nothing to him.
His fast fleeting powers appeared unable now to hold an idea for above a second or two. Yet, after another short interval, he seemed to go back a second time to the subject as intelligibly as ever. "Yes." And Holdfast stepped close to his bedside. "Can you keep a secret?" Grotait started up. "Yes!" said Holdfast, eagerly. These were the last words of Ned Simmons.
And so, for once, this Machiavel sided with Henry, not from the purest motives, yet, mind you, not without a certain mixture of right feeling and humanity. On the Sunday Henry dined with him and his party, at "Savage's Hotel," and the said dinner rather surprised Henry; the meats were simple, but of good quality, and the wines, which were all brought out by Grotait, were excellent.
"Well then, on that understanding the man works all night in a deserted church at Cairnhope; it is all up among the hills." Grotait turned red. "Are you sure of this?" "Quite sure?" "You have seen him?" "Yes." "Has he a forge?" "Yes; and bellows, and quantities of molds, and strips of steel. He is working on a large scale." "It shall be looked into, sir, by the proper persons.
Two days afterward the wheel-bands vanished, and the obnoxious machines stood still. Little was for going to Grotait, to try and come to terms. Bolt declined. He bought new bands, and next day the machines went on again.
They reached Cairnhope, put up at the village inn, and soon extracted some particulars about the church. They went up to it, and examined it, and Grotait gave Parkin a leg up, to peer through the window. In this position they were nailed by old George. "What be you at?" "What is that to you?" said Grotait. "It is plenty. You mustn't come trespassing here. Squire won't have it."
Coventry rushed to the door and looked out; there was nobody to be seen. "You needn't trouble yourself," said Cole. "You might as well run after the wind. That was a friendly warning. I know the voice, and Grotait must be on to us. Now, sir, if you offered me a thousand pounds, I wouldn't touch a hair of Mr.
"But," said Mr Jobson, "we were dealing with the matter in a spirit quite inconsistent with outrages, and I am so anxious to convince the public of this, that I have asked a very experienced gentleman to examine our minute-books, and report accordingly." This letter was supplemented by one from Mr. Grotait, secretary of the Saw-Grinders, which ran thus: "Messrs.
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