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But still she did not reply, and Mr. Gurd began to grow red. "If, by your silence, you mean that I'm cutting a poor figure before you, and you think I want to be off our bargain, you're wrong," he said. "Your mind ought to move quicker and I don't mind telling you so. I'm not off my bargain, because I'm a man of honour, and my word, given to man, woman or child, is kept.
Then said I, looking at her, "How far do you think pity could lead one, Vesty you, so pitiful and kind? Do you think that it could even lead you to marry me? To take little Gurd and go away with me and help me to live for pity?" "No! oh, no!" she gasped. "Then," said I, grasping hard on my cane with my feeble hand, "as God wills!" "Because," said Vesty, "I'm not so unselfish as that.
He did not bowl as fast as of yore, but he bowled better, and since Axminster was out for one hundred and thirty in their first innings, while Bridport had made seventy for two wickets before luncheon, the issue promised well. Job Legg still helped Richard Gurd at great moments as he was wont to do, for prosperity had not modified Job's activity, or diminished his native goodwill.
And beneath the inn signs prosperity continued to obtain. Mr. Gurd grew less energetic than of yore, while Mrs. Legg put on much flesh and daily perceived her wisdom in linking Job for ever to the enterprise for which she lived. He became thinner, if anything, and Time toiled after him in vain.
"There's nobody could put it to him better than you," she said. "At another time, perhaps not now. I'm not clever, Nelly; but I'm too clever to edge in between a man like Gurd and his future wife. If we stood different, then nobody would open his mouth quicker than me." "We may stand different yet," she answered.
Gurd, of 'The Tiger, and he's told her that Mr. Raymond is there half his time. He's all for sport and such like, and 'The Tiger's' a very sporting house." "He won't be no good to the mills if he's that sort," prophesied Sally Groves. "I saw him once, with another young fellow called Motyer," answered Sarah Northover. "He's very good-looking fair and curly quite different from Mr. Daniel."
"It's hid in the future, sir," he answered. A comedian, who was going to perform at the smoking concert, came in with Mr. Gurd, and the innkeeper introduced him to Neddy and Raymond. He joined them and added an element of great hilarity to the meal. He abounded in good stories, and understood horse-racing as well as Neddy Motyer himself.
"This house," he declared, "have got the natural advantages and Gurd have got the pull in the matter of capital.
"Uncle Benny," said he, holding out his wasted hand, "the school-house is very dark I'll go home now." So Vesty's heart was broken in her, and to me she came, as to a father, or more as to a friendly, favoring ghost. "Take me back to the Basin!" "Yes." She sat in a kind of patient apathy, numb, her heart faithful with the dead. "How little Gurd will call for you when he sees you again!"
And I may, or I may not." "I should," advised Neddy. "Bridetown is a very sporting place and you'd be alongside your pal, Arthur Waldron." "Don't go to Bridetown with an idea of sport, however don't do that, Mister Raymond," warned Richard Gurd. "If you go, you put your back into the work and master the business of the Mill."
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