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Raymond was aware that Richard Gurd held no puritan opinions. He possessed tolerance and charity for all sorts and conditions, and left morals alone. "And what did you do, Dick? I should think you'd learned by this time to let the gossip of a public-house go in at one ear and out of the other." "Yes for certain.
Observed the tree called gharod, or gharoth, or gurd; it bears a seed-pod which is used in tanning leather, from its great astringency. In all the Sockna gardens this tree abounds. It is a species of mimosa, with a yellow flower, and small delicate leaves like the acacia. It is a pretty tree, high, and spreading, perhaps twenty feet in height.
"When I took on barman as a profession, I never lifted pot or glass again to my own lips, and have stood between many a young man and the last half pint. I tell you this to your face, Missis Northover. Not an hour ago I was at 'The Tiger, to let Richard Gurd know the stable was ready, and in the private bar there were six young men, all drinking for the pleasure of drinking.
And to call her hair a wig, because she's fortified it with home-grown what's fallen out over a period of twenty years, is again only the insolence of youth. One can only say 'forgive 'em, for they know not what they do." "Well, get me another brandy anyway." Then entered Raymond Ironsyde, and Mr. Gurd for once felt genuinely sorry to see his customer.
Gurd carved, while Job looked after the bottles. Arthur Waldron, who umpired for Bridport, sat beside Raymond at lunch and condoled with him, because the younger, who had gone in second wicket down, had played himself in very carefully before the interval. "Now you'll have to begin all over again," said Waldron. "I always say luncheon may be worth anything to the bowlers.
The clever ones are mostly the downy ones; but Job's single thought is the welfare of the house, and he pushes honesty to extremes." "If you can say that, he must be a wonder, certainly, for none knows what honesty means better than you," said Mr. Gurd. He had put Nelly's rose into his coat. "He's more than a potman, chiefly along of being such a good friend to my late husband.
But if what you say is right and Mister Raymond has been left out in the cold, then I think he's been badly used." "So he has it's a damned shame," said Mr. Motyer, "and I hope Ray will do something about it." "There's very little we can do against the writing of the dead," answered Mr. Gurd. Then he saluted a man who bustled into the bar. "Morning, Job. What's the trouble?"
Gurd is getting too big for his shoes and seems to think he's called upon to preach sermons to his customers, besides doing his duty as a publican. If I want sermons I can go to church for them, not to an inn. Give me some supper and a bottle of your best claret. I'm tired and bothered." A customer was a customer and Mrs.
She held the thin, frayed shawl at her neck, the rosy child wrapped as usual on her arm: "there is always some one wanting me to help, and little Gurd is not so much care now but I can get along with it." "You go out as general drudge or charwoman!" I felt my nostrils quiver and a bitter harshness in my voice. Vesty looked at me with surprise.
But he could not restrain the severe contempt in his voice in making the comparison. Vesty had been soothing her face in the baby's frowzled hair. "I told you," she said. But she glanced up at Gurdon, and her face was piteous, his had turned so white. "Come, Gurd'! What d'ye care? Go on, Vesty, ef ye want to. Gurd 'n' me'll tote the baby till Elvine gits back."
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