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"Good God is there no peace, even here?" burst out Raymond. "Can even a man I thought large-minded and broad-minded and all the rest of it, go on twaddling about this as if he was an old washer-woman? Here get me my bill I've finished. And if you're going to begin preaching to people who come here for their food and drink, you'd better chuck a pub and start a chapel." Mr. Gurd was stricken dumb.
And Job Legg's her potman. Her husband's right hand while he lived, and now hers. I have the use of their stable-yard market days, for their custom is different from mine. A woman's house and famous for her meat teas and luncheons. She does very well and deserves to." "That old lady with the yellow wig?" Mr. Gurd pursed his lips. "To you she might seem old, I suppose.
He saw; his face flushed with a kind of mad joy; he tossed his hair back, and leaping into the waves, swam to his own frail little fishing-boat that was tossing at anchor. His voice leaped back to us above the tumult of the wind: "Gurd and me'll come home together!" There was a lull in the gale; the five were put off from the sinking craft in Gurdon's boat.
Behind the counter stood Richard Gurd, a middle-aged, broad-shouldered publican with a large and clean-shaven face, heavy-jaw, rather sulky eyes and mighty hands. "The usual," said the visitor. "Ray been here?" Mr. Gurd shook his head. "No, Mr. Ned nor likely to. They're burying his father this morning." The publican poured out a glass of cherry brandy as he spoke and Mr.
Coming from Gurd this attitude signified a great deal; for if the keeper of a sporting inn took such a line about the situation, what sort of line were others likely to take? Above all, what sort of line would his Aunt Jenny take? His nebulous hopes dwindled. He began to fear that she would find the honour of the family depended not on his freeing himself from Sabina, but the contrary.
"Some time," said Vesty, on the morrow, "when Gurd is a little older, and I can take him away somewhere where I can earn wages, I can pay you, Major Henry. They want me now his mother wants me, somehow, I know." "You are safe to think that." "My clothes are not like theirs," said Vesty quietly, when we came at night more and more into the throngs of civilized life. "Do you mind?
But Vesty, only a Basin, fighting Christ's war against the flesh Vesty had sorrow. It was like taking little Gurd away but it was the only way." "He has gone back to his wife?" "Yes." Vesty shivered. I had chanced to meet her in the lane, and the wind was chill. "And what are you going to do, Vesty?" "I am going where they want me to help."
"I might get to hear something about it next Sunday very like," she said. "I'm going into Bridport to my Aunt Nelly at 'The Seven Stars'; and she's a great friend of Richard Gurd at 'The Tiger'; and 'tis there Mister Raymond spends half his time, they say. So Mr. Gurd may have learned a bit about it."
And in sober honesty I do believe if he hadn't heard another man wanted me, Mister Gurd would never have found out he did. But such are the strange things that happen in human nature, no doubt." "Another!" said Sarah. "They're making up for lost time, seemingly." "Another, and a good man," declared her aunt; "but his name is sacred, and you mustn't ask to know it."
Indeed, the sudden reminder that Nelly was a comely and personable woman had affected Richard Gurd, and the thought that she should contemplate marriage caused him some preliminary uneasiness. He could no more see her married again than he could see himself taking a wife; yet from this attitude, progress was swift, and the longer he thought upon Mrs.
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