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He left my bit rusty, my saddle damp, and my crupper stiff. Alfred Smirk considered himself very handsome; he spent a great deal of time about his hair, whiskers and necktie, before a little looking-glass in the harness-room. When his master was speaking to him it was always, "Yes, sir; yes, sir" touching his hat at every word; and every one thought he was a very nice young man and that Mr.

The harness-room occupied the ground floor of the nearest shed, with a low, seldom-entered loft above, containing a single, narrow window without glass or shutters. As Mary approached the open kitchen window, herself invisible in the shadows of the room, a slight sense of movement in that little square under the eaves of the shed roof drew her glance swiftly upward.

A half-sovereign would not be too much for so open-handed a gentleman, and one so near his wedding; and the coachman, already feeling his hand close upon it, turned a brave face to the sleet and tried not to think of the warm fire in the harness-room from which they had called him to drive Sir Robert. Half the distance was gone when he heard a voice from the carriage window calling him.

She'll go fast. Isn't she beautiful! She's rubbing her nose on me. I wish I could ride her." "She might let you for half a minute. Charlie's the boy for you. Come and see what's in the harness-room." "Not now. There isn't time." "Wait for me then." There was pleading in his voice. "Wait in the wood. I've something to show you. Will you do that for me?"

Stools were brought in from the harness-room; and Betty Murdoch had to tell her story all over again, while the others made suggestions and filled in gaps with their surmises; and everybody's gaze centered upon Desdemona and her son, lying among the fresh straw.

She even went to the harness-room to look to Cousin Godfrey's stirrups and bits; but finding, morning after morning for a whole week, that they had not once been neglected, dismissed the care-not without satisfaction. Mrs. Wardour continued kind to her; but every now and then would allow a tone as of remembered naughtiness to be sub-audible in speech or request.

The same ceremony followed, Uncle James bearing his part in it without any relaxation of his grand manner. When a turkey-poult had also been executed, he requested the yard-boy to fetch him his gun from the harness-room. "We must have a pigeon-pie," he observed as he took it. Beth, in great excitement, stalked him to the orchard, where there was a big pigeon-house covered with ivy.

He had just written the date of his letter when a little tap came at his door, and it was opened. "I say, Crosbie," said the Honourable John, "didn't you say something yesterday about a cigar before dinner?" "Not a word," said Crosbie, in rather an angry tone. "Then it must have been me," said John. "But bring your case with you, and come down to the harness-room, if you won't smoke here.

"Why, he seems changed, in some way, Donald. Not so nervous and wild as usual, you know. I've just left him drawing a picture. Curious. A good picture, too." "Ah, he can do that, sir, as well as a real artist." "Have you known him to draw, before this?" "Why, he's always at it, sir, in his quieter moods. I've got a rare good likeness o' myself, as he did long ago, in the harness-room."

I stretched out my hand and stained my fingers, next my lips and teeth, with the sweet dark fruit of a mulberry-tree beside me. The shadows deepened; I picked up my saddle, and, carrying it housewards, put it in its place in the harness-room among the fig- and apricot-trees laden to breaking point with ripe and ripening fruit.

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